What does it mean
when every time I see the glow of happiness,
I grow a sense of dread instead.
They say light cannot exist without shadows.
So what then is the answer?
Remain in the dark,
learning, understanding, and memorizing familiar surroundings?
Or blast the light,
and find beauty in the shadows.
Will life ever be free of shadow?
For even a moon can cast a blacker black in the darkest night.
Until then, I tiptoe through life.
Worried about what lurks in the darkness,
but more afraid of what comes from the light.