darkness.

it took time,

what felt like a lifetime..

but after time; I felt the darkness turn to light.

it came at the worst times,

and only in quick little glances at first; which was always almost more painful that the constant darkness that I'd grown so used to.

the tease of hope was something that I wasn't strong enough for.

I needed more.

and through each night of stillness and the dark that accompanied; I survived.

no matter how many times I swore I couldn't make it through, I survived. even when the hidden parts of my mind I couldn't dare to share with the outside world told me I didn't need to hold on- still I survived.

and the day came where I no longer feared the typical darkness that accompanies life,

instead I greeted it.

it brought a time of solitude;

to reflect of those darkest of nights, and thank them for the armor that I'd built for myself.