Darkness and Light

The world outside my window brightens, the sun’s first rays touch the walls of my home. Yet inside me, darkness reigns.

I used to be bright. Always bright, never fading. Shine on, beautiful. My world became complete, and with that, it crumbled around me. Not everything I had built for myself, but my mind, my inner sanctum.

I had fallen through a trap door in my mind. It lead me back to my childhood. To my father. To his forbidden touch. To the terror.

Occasionally, I pull out of my mind and find that the sun still shines, other people still go about their business as if nothing ever happened. As if the world hasn’t just fallen apart. Why is it just me?

Dark before the light. Dark before the light. The sun will shine on my face once again someday.