I always loved the darkness
The feeling of having to trace and trail
The things around you as you move
So as not to get hurt or fall
It felt a lot like my journey through life
Broken, battered, hurting and thrown
Into the Dark room called life
With not even a vague outline
An outline of its ups and downs
Left to fend for ourselves we all falter
So I love staying in the Dark
But many don't understand
I never had someone to teach me
But I had judges who watched me
My every move a crime they perceived
So in the Dark I choose to stay
Silent and Alone in a world I recognize
A world where I can be imperfect in peace
A world only I knew perfectly
A place I could finally call mine
© Dena's_poetry