Refuse to let your heart dwell in darkness.
When the world retreats to shadows,
Dressed in charcoal, slate, and ash,
And you cling to sightless windows
Where the heavy curtains dash
The light that begs to enter in—
You drift where hope begins to thin.
It is the ego’s iron anchor,
That pride which builds a wall of stone,
It feeds the cold and quiet rancor
Of standing stubborn and alone.
You hold the lens that blurs the view,
Convinced that only you are true.
But certainty is often hollow,
A narrow path that leads to night;
There are lessons you refuse to follow,
Too blinded by your own tired light.
To move forward, you must let the gray
Dissolve beneath the break of day.
Open the chambers, stained and deep,
And wash the walls with vibrant hue;
The promises you meant to keep
Are buried in the pride you knew.
Don’t push away the hands that reach,
The ones who love, the ones who teach.
For love is color’s steady fire,
Refining all the dark you’ve known;
Let go of ghosts and cold desire,
And reap the grace that you have sown.
Step out from all your shades of black;
The light is here—don’t turn your back.