I often come to this door, but have never turned the key.
Until this time.
This time, I press against the cold steel and watch my fingers curl around the handle and slowly twist. I can tell by the way I inch forward that I believe I’ll have the chance to choose whether or not I want to enter, after I see what’s inside.
But this is not so today.
The door opens and I’m in with such force that my cheeks draw back and my neck strains against the pressure.
It’s so dark.
Lack of light is not the issue. It’s well-lit. Sharply, in fact. Bright fluorescents so exposing, that I can see all of my smudges and every choice I’ve ever made.
Nonetheless, it’s dark in here.
The blaze of light showcases every setting, subject and sonnet I’ve ever engaged in and holds it up to the heat of the glare. The doubt of it all melts and it drips its hot, inky stain over my skin.
There’s often darkness in light.
But whether or not we turn the key, open the door, step inside or flip a switch, it goes both ways. There’s also light to be seen in the darkness.
We just have to imagine it’s there.
You light up our lives Hazy ❤️
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Shucks. ❤
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Thank you for sharing this article quite interesting and, hopefully true happiness rays began to warm our hearts, when we can share it with sincerity. Greetings from Gede Prama 🙂
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Greetings, Gede Prama. Thank you for visiting. 🙂
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Beautifully written, Hazy. There’s often darkness in light and light in darkness 😀
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Thank you so much, Dianne. That means a lot to me. And thank heaven for one so that we can appreciate the other, huh?
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Great writing Hazy! Terrific way to contrast light and darkness and relate them.
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Thank you, Phil! What’s one without the other anyway? ;0)
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Wow, this was incredibly written, love the descriptions.
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Thank you so very much, Harliqueen.
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Always seeking the light and silver linings, Hazy! Thanks for the reminder.
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I try, PC, I try. Thank you for seeing that. 🙂
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I’m a broken records when it comes to commenting on your work. Stunning, as always. (I love this line, in particular: “The doubt of it all melts and it drips its hot, inky stain over my skin.”)
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I will take stunning. Thank you so much, Dex. Happy Friday!
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