Richard Pierce

Life, Poetry, Reading

Somewhere Inside

I used to tell my children
The darkness is your friend
To help them sleep at night
Even though I always slept
With the curtains open
Before I met their mother.

Just like I still tell them
That if we love to read
We’ll never be lonely
Nor caged nor afraid
Because those words
Allow us to flee from fear.

And now, when I write about
My own darknesses and their demons,
I feel lightened not lighter,
Because the dark will always
Be somewhere inside,
But I will be greater than it.

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