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My mother asks why I
Do not write many positive pieces
"Writing about the dark
Will not make it any easier to
see the light" She might be right
But at the same time, she is not
I will not say that I hate the light
Or contraire,
I am in love with it
It is the one thing that makes
Life worth living
But it is frightening
Once you see the light
You spend the rest of your life
Chasing it
And that is no metaphor
It becomes the one thing
You cannot live without
Through pain and misery
You follow it
Just hoping
To feel it on your skin
Once more
But my skin is burned
My eyes are blinded from the light
Ears blown from my own screams
I do not remember the light
-Dynamo (3-22-16)
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