Late at night, the moon floats high.
The stars all sparkle and twinkle,
Shadows cover our Earth’s imperfections
And isolates us from all else.
White noise is muted and senses heightened.
For, in the night, secrets are whispered
Atop pillows, from windows.
In daylight, it's like spotlight
Exposing my cracked flaws.
But, in this dark security blanket
I'm not scrutinised anymore.
Like fireflies, captivated in a glass jar
For all the world to see
I set my fears tothe wind
Released from prying eyes
Into the darkness, from whence they came.
Into the darkness, where they'll stay.
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