"You need the cracks to let the light shine through,"

A sweet song once sang to me.

As I allow my thoughts to wander,

deep throughout the night;

these lyrics come back to me,

as if from a dream.

And as I ponder these words,

I realize that these words

only ring true,

if the broken being is standing in

this fabled light of hope.

I, for one, am not.

I, for one, am trapped in the infinite darkness of my mind;

forever running away from the monster and demons

of my thoughts and mind.

The same monsters I once made for company

in the emptiness of this broken,

hollowed body of mine.

As I run, I leave a fractured trail

of broken pasts behind me.

Shattered promises;

harsh lies, covering up cruel truths, hiding cold secrets.

Now, while I try to catch my thoughts,

and try to lull them into sleep,

I know that this statement only rings true,

if the broken beholder is standing

in this lost light of security and hope.

And, sadly, I am not.