Dusk

I learned early 

Betrayal doesn't always start quick

Sometimes it sits beside you

And waits to be picked.

Dusk taught me this.

How the light exits slowly,

Without apology or reason,

Shadows stretching 

 Things that were never meant to be unearthed.

Most of my life I've lived

In the between world of 

Not broken enough but 

Not whole enough.

I carried versions of myself 

Like postcards.

Unsure which journey of my life

I should share.

At times,

Survival meant failure.

Softness meant weakness.

Staying meant not trying harder to leave

But dusk never pushed for my decision

It only asked me to be still

So i stayed

With the void

With the questions

With a yearning of  how to exist

Without permission.

This book was written 

In the moments i almost disappeared-

And the moments I didn't.

If you are reading this,

With a tired soul,

And a quiet void you can't name,

Be still  with me awhile.

The light hasn't left yet