The Darkness Had No Friend

When we had no steps left in us,
No roads that we could roam,
When light was just remembrance
And the shadows were our home

When the next thing was the ending,
No race left to be run,
We endured the night – unbending –
Anticipating sun

Then the dark began to weaken,
As orange reached the edge,
Hope rose upward like a beacon,
For us still on the ledge

The journey’s road became revealed
As night gave way to day,
Our old foes, their fates now sealed
Had made each other prey

While hope prevailed until the light,
Hate hastened its own end,
When love shone bright throughout the night
The darkness had no friend

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I’m not really sure what this one meant, or where my head was at while writing it. I’ll try to interpret it, though.

Generally speaking, I think we all go through darkness and adversity. Sometimes you hang in there, cling to hope and love in some type of like-minded community, and you eventually come out on the other side. You might be battered and bruised, but a version of you, that is recognizably still you, survives.

If due to adversity, you let yourself become consumed with hate or fear or some other negativity, you may end up destroyed by those things.

It’s a danger sign – and perhaps a cause for self-reflection – if you find yourself pushing old friends away and dramatically changing your appearance. Some people even go so far as to change their name.