Night Rises

Mon, 06/17/2013 - 19:47 -- lydders

There is a perfect silence
A symphonic harmony of solitude
There is no sound but whiteness
Even thoughts go unheard

As night rises, illumination follows
Dark discovers light

Cracked and hollow
the empty vessels fill
Reflections are scattered scars
The physical and the figurative

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lydders

As a person who struggled with depression and anxiety as a result of bullying, night became my shrouded haven to just think. It was at night that my reflections became my priority and I was able to more properly analyze my situation and those of others.This poem was written to convey the often gloomy realizations I came to in my moonlight pondering.

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