A Day of Black

The night covers me,
As I breathe in the darkness
That hides what I don’t want to see.
I refuse to acknowledge my weakness.

And now I am alone.
Laying in the sun,
Thinking of a life that shone,
With happiness and fun.

But it is the night
That is familiar
And makes me feel right
Accepting of failure.

Away from a critical gaze
And bonds of expectation
Released from praise
Given space to burgeon.

The cover makes me free.





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