The Cure to my Darkness
There was darkness for a long time.
People were scared, sad and broken.
No hope.
No light.
…no love to be given without heart ache to follow.
There was darkness for a long time.
Personally, I was not affected like the others. I was not drawn into the darkness but because of that I was ridiculed and felt alone in the most crowded of places…
And later, I too became sad, scared and broken. Not living, but alive. Going through motions and not caring how anything affected me. Engulfed in the darkness I had forgotten the stories about light, warmth and love. The ancient stories about becoming more than life, about living not only for myself but sharing life with another. I was blind.
No hope.
No light.
…no love to be given without heart ache to follow. But there you were. Smiling and waiting.
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