The light does not know what to do with me,
It casts its shadow against my skin,
It dances through my window,
Blinds me.
But it does not know what to do with me so it casts me to the side.
The darkness knows how to hold me,
It embraces me.
It tells me “it will all be ok.
Just get to the end of this day,
To the night.
Block out the harmful light.
Don’t turn to it,
It is not at the end of a metaphorical tunnel,
Or brightening you.
It does not care for you.
Yes it may feel warm against you,
May guide you in day,
But it doesn’t know you like I do.”
It says.
“You’re safe with me,
Where you can’t be seen.
The light does not know what to do with you,
And it wouldn’t do anything even if it did.
It has worshippers and lovers,
It doesn’t need you.
I do.”
The night holds me.
I do not feel safe,
Just familiar in its embrace
And what if I choose light and light neglects me?
What if it does not protect me?
Light is guiding and warm and safe.
But night, night holds me.
Night hides me.
Night tells me it’s ok as it fights me.
Night is me and against me.
The light does not know what to do with me, and I do not know what to do with it.
-Jen Pickering
The above piece was inspired by the artwork from the photo above. Unfortunately, I cannot name the artist as I stupidly didn’t make a note of it and I cannot find it online. If anyone does know, let me know and I will update the description and add links to their website!
Love Jen x
Jennifer Pickering 