I wonder what darkness and light would talk about if left alone in a room. Who would break the ice?
It’s still dark as I look out the window. The day has begun slowly, but the light has yet to rise. It will throw back the covers and awaken soon, so when it appears, our eyes open, and darkness fades away.
Isn’t that how it is within us, too? We possess dark and light. It sits inside us, and I wonder how often it may compete for attention. Is it like a game of tug of war to see which will pull you to the other side? Or is it like pulling taffy? Stretching and pulling until it’s ready to be turned into something more refined.
It could be both, I suppose.
I wonder what darkness and light would talk about if left alone in a room. Who would break the ice? Would one pepper the other with questions or guard their authenticity? At the last moment, would they decide to let their vulnerability shine through to understand one another?
An eruption of emotion. Disguises left for another day. An unveiling of what was and what could be: fight or flight. What will they choose? Who will they choose?
Each other, light whispers as they join together to open the door.
I know what it feels like to sit with each separately. One embraces me while the other pushes me away. Darkness comforts us, and light reassures us that night rests too.
They exist to coexist in some form: good days and bad ones. And the ones in between are where they meet. Are those the days where rain trickles down, where winds gust, and thunder roars?
Perhaps.
We all carry storms inside us, don’t we? Some more severe than others. And some that pass us by because we’ve learned how to weather them through the years.
The forecast isn’t always correct. And neither am I. It is the complexity of our nature. It is our dark and light working against each other and eventually uniting to birth another day.
We see. We feel. We grapple with that in between.
We live, darkness whispers as the light begins to shine.
