i long for night
for the darkness to claim the light
so i can rest from hiding from the gaze of the world
the cracks and dirt of my life
i long for night
to no longer be able to see
where i end
and the shadows begin
i long for night
for the whispered confidences
that can be shared only when the harsh light of day
can’t mock their half known truth
i long for night
for the hours of sleeping
where i do not need to know
or be, or do, or have.
this is the longest day.
i pray the night will come.
steph
Mary Hinkle Shore