Darkness Was My Friend

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Darkness once became my friend,
A shapeless cloak I wore;
Self-loathing brewed its weather there—
A storm behind my door.

The thunder split my quiet
Like seams undone by grief;
My skin became the trembling shore
Where waves could find no peace.

Yet still the sun came searching
Through curtains stiff with ache;
It brushed the dust from shattered rooms
And urged my bones awake.

And though the dark kept rising,
It ebbed when daylight came;
A pulse that beat against the void
And steadied what remained.

For every night turns weightless
When morning sings its doubt;
And love becomes the wandering flame
That leads the shadows out.