refulgence
A breeze shines through the cracks of your outstretched fingers. Light flows around your hand, dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat. Your palms are wet with anxiety as you reach into the darkness of uncertainty. What are you hoping for? A sign? Some tangible proof that you are headed in the right direction?
Slight pause as your hand touches something. You feel it carefully, gingerly at first, and then as your confidence explodes within you, you grip it with a ferocity that betrays your dependance on validation. You tremble as you begin to realize what is in your hands. You are ashamed. No, it can’t be true. This is not what you wanted to find.
You need the writing on the wall because the more you find yourself, the more you lose your humanity. Your hands envelop in more light as you reach in and tear at the fabric of your being, scratching furiously at an annoying rash. The rash that you refuse to acknowledge is part of who you are. The rash that makes you peculiar. The knowing that you are different.
Tired but unrelenting, you continue to fight. To deny and destroy. Even after the light from your hands illuminate the truths of your heart.
~ sean j
