Within

A comfortable darkness, being okay within.

Heavy,
my chest holding the weight of the world I created.

A world of darkness,
beautiful and enchanting darkness.

Void of light,
yet a reflection of my soul.

All these choices and decisions
stacked one by one.
Like late books in a library
waiting to be put back in their place.

Towering and threatening to topple over.

Each book telling my story from a different perspective.

Each page laying me bare.

Each paragraph a descriptive narrative of what you see.

Each word a reminder of all that I am in my beautiful darkness.

Encased by the warmth of the void and yet here I am.