we talk (and sometimes
joke) about being afraid
of night's shadows, yet we
long for its comforting embrace.
we tell others to turn
their faces towards the
light which can warm them
but then turn to look for
the ice-cold dementors
hoping they will catch up.
we sing of that little light
which is ours and would
never be blown out, and
then breathe a sigh of relief
when it begins to flicker, just
waiting for it to disappear.
and so, we join you in
trying to hide from that
light which would expose
our fears, our doubts, our lives
even as you seemed to do.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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