A Shard of Glass

When I step from my shadow, I am revealed by the light;

It tries to with draw my curtain and blind my sight;

I diminish its comforts that pry without right;

And offer my body to be devoured by night.

Darkness is my safe;

Wrapped in a quilt,

Enveloped in the arms of a warm embrace.

They try to reach from the light and save me from what I already escaped;

They try to drag me back to the place I am chased;

While holding a flashlight up to my face,

They perfect all my scars, that show of my race.

I am perfect in their eyes now;

But inside I am a shard of glass,

A chipped reflection, a fragment of light,

For without darkness I am candle that cannot ignite.