Dark, slanky waves
Floating on the walls, almost resembling me
It moves when I do, reminding me of a whole
Accepting her means knowing myself too
And so it is said, light does not exist without its night
I can never understand until I know my shadow, or so I translate
That dancing silhouette, all along never mocking but inviting me home
The aching of unchaining, what I wanted to believe verses the truth
History has a way of altering when one can not trust themselves
And still, it is my midnight I am running into searching for that wick
For a flame, steady and flickering to keep me safe for the moment I open my eyes
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