Light dispels darkness allowing us to see what is hidden or obscured. Metaphotically, it represents hope, knowledge, and truth that overcomes despair, ignorance and fear. Light in the darkness can be a force of guidance, direction, and warmth in a cold, lonely, isolated environment.

Light transforms darkness bringing change and awareness.

The truth is that I have been living in the desolation of darkness. I have been left unattended to, dismissed and cut off from connection. An intentional barrier has been established by someone I love in self preservation. Their trauma has created an artificial filter with a highly sensitive alarm system and engaging no longer is an option. Their sympathetic nervous system exists in a perpetual state of preparation for fight or flight.

In the darkness, I call out. I hear the echo of my own voice and the resounding sound of the call to war followed by the eery silence of abandonment. The iron gate controlling access to connection is slammed shut. I plead for the opportunity for fleeting moments of attachment. Instead my bond is reduced a set of stringent subjective rules that have no real basis in success.

To keep me quiet in the darkness, I am subjected to character assassinations from outside the door. They defile me with accusations in the absence of being in my presence. They deny my cries and send reinforcements to empower my captor.

I sit alone in the darkness and feel it’s weight upon my chest. I succumb to my captor’s inability to gift me a morsel of attachment. Outside of the darkness, he lurks, mocks, slanders, and gives me piercing eye contact as he withdraws the last bit of interaction and emotion.

An awakening takes place, I discover that the darkness is not a place I must dwell. I open the iron gate and the light comes flooding in. My captor no longer has ownership. I exchange ownership for exposure. Light hits my wounds and healing begins. Connection forms again in the light and empathy and compassion blanket my parched soul. Truth is no longer hidden in plain sight in the abyss of the darkness. The feral nature of my responses begins to have connections. My seething anger dies down in the void of antagonism.

The light offers me warmth and safety and I resist walking near the darkness. In the light, all that was hidden will be seen and experienced. Exposure will silence the indictment against me and I will breathe again with unencumbered freedom.

“The darkness may seem overwhelming, but remember
that even the smallest light can chase it away.”