What form would your darkness find
If it were to take flight
An airy whisper, softest gray
To hardly catch a sight
The heavy giant taking steps
To cover light of day
Or sneaking slither, low and long
To hide where others play
The nature of a darkness
Is often never shared
Parts of personalities
Are censored and so pared
Daily lives reflecting out
The best we hope to show
Within us sometimes lurking
What ourselves don't want to know
© M. Becerra 2008