Here
For so long I have been here, hidden away in my shadows. I choose not to be seen because no one cared to look, so why should I make myself known? I sit in my corner quite contentedly because I am easy to miss, but yet not so. I am seen, but never known, never fully acknowledged by most.
There have been a few who have dared to enter my space, step across the boundaries I have set without words or actions but that are simply there because of who I am. There are a few who know this face beyond the mere silhouette. There are a few in whom this vague shadow of myself has found comfort. Still, I remained unknown.
A few came later on, who drew me into light, who let sun upon my features. These became close, but only on occasion could I dare to see the brilliance of life. From my shadows I have watched for so long. From this place alone I have seen the brightness of day, the glory of the full moon. Sometimes it is easiest to face the world in the darkness of night. Sometimes it is best this way. Here I have rested in comfort, because it was too dangerous to step out of this soothing place.
Now another stands just on the edge of moonlight and daylight. Now another has entered this corner and steps through the shadows. Now one more comes closer to knowing, comes closer to seeing, comes closer to touching my reality.
I find that I'm fearful and yet somehow this one beckons and I cannot resist. I find myself soothed by this one's features, by the way a smile will grace his face. The words that fall from such a graceful mouth, leave me fascinated. I feel drawn out, and yet somehow not stretched beyond myself. I feel that I give and recieve in equal amounts to the point that I am overflowing, but still balanced. I find myself feeling somehow more complete, feeling somehow bound to this new face. Those features that serve to enchant my mind in a way that can not be explained. I fall inside the soft blue that meets my own though it be hidden in shadows, and am lost forever.
There have been a few who have dared to enter my space, step across the boundaries I have set without words or actions but that are simply there because of who I am. There are a few who know this face beyond the mere silhouette. There are a few in whom this vague shadow of myself has found comfort. Still, I remained unknown.
A few came later on, who drew me into light, who let sun upon my features. These became close, but only on occasion could I dare to see the brilliance of life. From my shadows I have watched for so long. From this place alone I have seen the brightness of day, the glory of the full moon. Sometimes it is easiest to face the world in the darkness of night. Sometimes it is best this way. Here I have rested in comfort, because it was too dangerous to step out of this soothing place.
Now another stands just on the edge of moonlight and daylight. Now another has entered this corner and steps through the shadows. Now one more comes closer to knowing, comes closer to seeing, comes closer to touching my reality.
I find that I'm fearful and yet somehow this one beckons and I cannot resist. I find myself soothed by this one's features, by the way a smile will grace his face. The words that fall from such a graceful mouth, leave me fascinated. I feel drawn out, and yet somehow not stretched beyond myself. I feel that I give and recieve in equal amounts to the point that I am overflowing, but still balanced. I find myself feeling somehow more complete, feeling somehow bound to this new face. Those features that serve to enchant my mind in a way that can not be explained. I fall inside the soft blue that meets my own though it be hidden in shadows, and am lost forever.
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