When your barriers came down that night, the light inside was free. As a spring morning sunrise after endless half-woken winter sleep. You swept away the pain and worry, all that binds and blinds you from who you could be, waking up parts deep within. A warm, soft, radiating light remained, a subtleness resting on the soul.
You close the curtains again, fight against the new rising day. To dwell again in the darkness, with whom you found mercy so long ago.
