thought

In the still hours of nighttime,
I look into the depth of myself
and see so many thoughts and feelings
that I can never express aloud.

Hurtful things live
in the corners of darker shadow.
Hurting things hide deeper still.

I walked outside and saw stars in the city sky –
a rare thing indeed.

The illumination in my soul
is no brighter than those stars –
casting only slight touches of
less than dark
about each introspective glance.

Knowing the thoughts sets me free from them,
perhaps,
and allows me to walk closer to the one
who sees the deepest shadows.