Light by Shannon West

LightShannon WestI’m afraid of the dark and so is heWe hold each other close and drift off into dreamsThe closet light is on - just how we like itLight spills from beneath the door bathing the room in its warmthThe basement, being alone, silence, death - belong to the darkThe kitchen table, love, togetherness, life - belong to the lightKindred spirits safe in our nestWe don’t need to fear the shadowsWe can see them as well as they can see usThe irony is not lost on me that when we are most at peace, we close our eyesEmbracing the darknessI am empatheticBecause I still fear the darkMaybe moms aren’t supposed to admit thatI don’t think it’s a weaknessIt just isBut what a privilege it isTo be his light nowMore from Shannon West ↓@shannonswriting on Instagram