Seeing in the Dark

What you see in the dark isn't really as it appears

I only know a few things

about this place.

One,

your here.

Somewhere.

your voice echoes and drifts,

Laughter can be heard

alongside tears.

And I'd like to comfort you

but that brings me to the 

Next things I know about this place.

It's dark.

And no matter how far I extend

my arms.

They'll never find themselves

wrapped around you.

Be it because you've been here so long

your eyes have adjusted to the dark

and you see my approach 

just ready to dodge.

Or, maybe, that it is so dark

I couldn't possibly find you.

And no matter how desperately I search

we'll never run into each other.

And, according to you,

I entered this world in vain,

because even if I found you

I wouldn't like what I discovered,

Because you did some bad things

when you were younger,

things that make you think

would make me hate you.

Which makes me think even more

that your eyes must have adjusted to

the dark,

and that you are dodging

My outstretched heart.

But you need to understand,

that even though you can see

in the dark,

You're seeing in the dark,

And everything you see is lackluster.

That mirror you've been looking in,

criticizing the figure looking back at you,

is literally just a Shadow of 

who you Really are.

A shadow that,

in this room with no light,

can exist in all places at once.

And you, 

being surrounded by your shadow,

have grown so familiar with it

that your eyes have adjusted

and you

have accepted this room as truth.

And I plead for you to turn on a light,

and realize

it isn't your shadow,

your past, who you think you are,

that defines who you are.

But rather you,

your current actions, the present,

that defines the contours

of your shadow.

More importantly,

if you would turn on a light,

this darkness would disappear entirely.

Your shadow,

would suddenly be much smaller

then it is now.

That this thing

you claim I don't want to discover

would mean so little when in contrast

to the beautiful

You.

Reviews

[Addy]

Such a good message. The meaning is beautiful just like the poem. Just like all ur poems, really.