May 2nd, 2007

thoughts on people in dark places

I stood watching the man as he walked from place to place. His heart on a sleeve and fear in his eye he cringed from shadow to shadow. As I watched he would reach out to the light to the people walking by but in the end he would always drop back into a shadow.

He fears the light I know. He fears being seen and judged and found wanting. He likes the dark cause it is safer than the light. There he can be obscured and unclear and who can judge what they can’t see?