You ask me, “Why?”
Why do the nice people always get hurt?
I answer, “I don’t know.”
But, the question continues to lurk.
I think it’s our energy
Light attracts darkness
Sparks and flames are exciting, at first
They hope it will rub off on them
Selfish darkness needs comfort and hope
Light is a giver, a healer of pain
Pain sucks us dry, and the light disappears
Smothered by darkness and replaced by fears
We want to heal, but instead, we enable
Adapting to their needs, neglecting our own
When our glow has been extinguished
Darkness moves on to find a fresh source of radiance
© 2016, Rebecca Braun. All rights reserved.
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