Cradle Of Darkness

The night keeps secrets for me,

tucks them into the folds of the stars

and hums lullabies to me.

The darkness gathers the frayed edges of my thoughts

and smooths them with cool and patient hands.

In the hush of the darkness, I can finally breathe

deep, and unafraid.

The night wraps itself around me

like a familiar blanket,

soft with understanding, yet

heavy with everything I’ve dared not speak.

And without question, the darkness listens for me

returning each evening as promised

to hold my truths in its dark palms.