Where shadows stretch and waters deep reside,
My spirit finds a haven, safe to hide.
No dawn's harsh light, no shallow, sunlit gleam,
Just liquid solace, like a waking dream.
This hallowed dark, this cool, embracing tide,
A comfort zone where weary thoughts abide.
Perhaps within this quiet, solemn space,
I'll find the strength to meet the past's grim face.
To mend the hurts, to calm the restless plea,
Before the current carries me, truly free.
For moving on demands a gentle grace,
A silent truce with time, and every trace.
The water whispers, a low, ancient plea,
The night descends, its velvet arms call me.
A silent summons, felt within my soul,
A premonition, making spirits whole.
It's time, they murmur, for a last decree,
A final farewell, a fond "goodbye" to be.
To walk alone in worlds so vast and wide,
A billion souls, with nowhere left to hide.
Yet isolation, sharp and keenly known,
A vacant feeling, utterly alone.
They speak of worth, of value I supply,
But by their measure, I can never fly.
For who I am, I am, no less, no more,
A different lens to see the distant shore.
But caustic words, like daggers sharply thrown,
Demand confession for a path unknown.
"Explain your view! Why don't you just conform?"
They lash and question, weathering life's storm.
And so, when light betrays, and voices sting,
When difference is a terrifying thing,
The velvet dark, it takes me by the hand,
My truest comrade in this shifting land.
No judgment there, no need to understand,
Just quiet peace, an ever-present friend.
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