Darkness and Fear
IT was been born of darkness back before even the earth was here. Over and over again it is born and bred. IT comes with birth in the very amniotic fluid that helps shove us into the world. IT is all that is fear. From day one, our first step, our first utterance, we live in IT, with IT, around IT and, if we are very lucky, we can escape IT. But we are always only inches away from IT.
Even in the splendor and splashes of day light IT is always there. Its only the feverish burn of the sun that chases it beneath trees or under the eaves of a house's roof...Look, ITS even there attached to your very toes and towering over the ground. Everything IT knows, IT breathes and bleeds comes from the depths of such filth and unapologetic hatred that IT has no light to give.
And IT gives no apology for ITself. IT doesn't live without its archenemy, Hope. IT is its own enemy, and happily so.Yet it could not lie either. IT is truth in its own right, and it knew IT need not make excuses- Who would challenge IT anyway? IT is everything that light and happiness isn't---Real, raw, unwavering honesty in the face of all which hope isn't. Push up a smile, force a laugh....Yet how easy is IT to grimace or cry? As easy as breathing. IT doesn't need to be brought out of people or even be talked into a person. ITS there in a person like a statue...
Only when we fight to be strong enough can we try to melt away even the rough edges of that frown or the sting of those tears. ITs strong on ITs own and stronger than anything that would dare breathe hope. Hope can not hold its own accept in the safe realm of what is loving and pretty...Hope needs arms to hold, a heart to love and people to remind it to stay. IT needs no support, IT is always there slithering in the spaces where nothing else dares to go...IT doesn't need to be coaxed out...Nor does IT have to be presentable or wear a smile or even fake a smirk because IT is understood and known as being only itself....
IT is strong and true. IT is hard and real but unlike Hope, it can be relied on. ITs never going to leave you alone. Lonely, but not alone.
Even in the splendor and splashes of day light IT is always there. Its only the feverish burn of the sun that chases it beneath trees or under the eaves of a house's roof...Look, ITS even there attached to your very toes and towering over the ground. Everything IT knows, IT breathes and bleeds comes from the depths of such filth and unapologetic hatred that IT has no light to give.
And IT gives no apology for ITself. IT doesn't live without its archenemy, Hope. IT is its own enemy, and happily so.Yet it could not lie either. IT is truth in its own right, and it knew IT need not make excuses- Who would challenge IT anyway? IT is everything that light and happiness isn't---Real, raw, unwavering honesty in the face of all which hope isn't. Push up a smile, force a laugh....Yet how easy is IT to grimace or cry? As easy as breathing. IT doesn't need to be brought out of people or even be talked into a person. ITS there in a person like a statue...
Only when we fight to be strong enough can we try to melt away even the rough edges of that frown or the sting of those tears. ITs strong on ITs own and stronger than anything that would dare breathe hope. Hope can not hold its own accept in the safe realm of what is loving and pretty...Hope needs arms to hold, a heart to love and people to remind it to stay. IT needs no support, IT is always there slithering in the spaces where nothing else dares to go...IT doesn't need to be coaxed out...Nor does IT have to be presentable or wear a smile or even fake a smirk because IT is understood and known as being only itself....
IT is strong and true. IT is hard and real but unlike Hope, it can be relied on. ITs never going to leave you alone. Lonely, but not alone.
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