What is it, what we fear the most,
Why do we avoid looking inside?
Is it the unknown or a ghost?
Is it the darkness of our night?

No, not at all, it’s something else
What we avoid seeing.
It is a certain force therein
And crying to be free.

We know it down there all too well,
But hide it keep, it low.
In order not to hear its yell
For not letting it grow.

There lie our dreams and our skills
Denied and locked away.
They are disturbing what we’re told
Since we’re taught to obey.

There is no darkness, and there’s no hole.
We’re fearing our own light.
It’s the reminder of the soul
To end a pretended night.

In Love and Light