Incandescence

Present, haunting, persistently noticeable
Threatening the darkness to which I am so gullible
Whispering away veils of cowardice and quiescence
And forcing confrontation against justification of silence

Evoking an unnerving introspection
Seeming offensive in its sudden ingression
Proclaiming the truth of its own existence
Involves exposure of deep-rooted brokenness

Then.
Realizing, this whole time, it welcomes me on its side:
There is beauty in daring to encroach toward the light.

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