The Light

Oh Potential!

Where did you go?

Why did I lock you away?

What am I waiting for?

I LONG TO SHINE

The light is spilling out of the cracks and I rush around placing towels under all of the doors so as to keep the light under wraps.

What am I scared of?

Being alone? YES

And when I tried to shine with you, you felt inferior.

So I put towels under all the doors and stayed in the dark.

I say I did it for you, but is that the truth?

Have I gotten to the core of the matter?

The cracks are widening, spreading;

something is going to give.

There's been a shift and the plaster is giving way, chunks of it are on the floor and bulges are visible in the walls.

Shifting ground crumbles structures.

I am scared. 

I am excited.

I miss you. 

I LONG TO SHINE

Where do you fit into it all?