My Darkness

My darkness loves me, and I love him too.
He gives me a sense of peace when nothing else will do.
Darkness is my companion; he lets me rage.
He hangs out while I wallow, but he does not engage.
He comforts me with encouragement saying, “This will not last.”
The darkness whispers to me the truth of the past.
As I listen, I find strength to carry on.
Darkness gives me comfort all through the night past dawn.
Darkness protects me without any bars.
Darkness heals my wounds without leaving scars.
Darkness comes when I need him and lets me be me.
Darkness doesn’t smother, he wants me to be free.

--Heather R., Adult