Darkness Gone Bad

They began

To compare their darkness

As if it were a treasure

To have been ripped to shreds

At one point in each

Of their lives

They began to

Take pride 

In their darkness

Until it grew bigger and bigger

In between them

Fueled by their fears

Their doubts and their 

Pride

When did it become

Such a great and marvelous thing

To have been bruised darker

To have been wounded deeper

We begin to love less those 

Whose cuts are shallower?

Those whose bruises are healing?

Why?

Are we so afraid of our own scars?

That we turn them into

Our sources of pride?

So afraid to cry?

So afraid to need anyone

Or anything?

But you need and you look

And you beg in your dreams

In your dreams you fly and you flee

But when you wake up

Why do you hide it all?

-C. JoyBell C.

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