06/09/2026
NIGHT'S ILLUSIVE HOLD
The night called to me when I'd clung to thunderstorms of why,
We held each other tightly as each star fell from the sky.
The night was there to comfort me, held me through every cry -
The night knew all the loneliness I'd hidden deep inside.
The night did not try force me to appreciate the day,
Didn't question why my life had ended up this way,
No, the night became my blanket, my comfort through the storm -
The night allowed me just to be, no need to try perform.
And there I laid for years as the night became my home,
Accepting of the lesser me, forgetting light's sweet hold.
Consumed in pain and apathy, I let the night become -
It drained me of my energy, hid me from the sun.
Some say there is no choice when the night becomes our friend -
That once the night takes hold, we become night to the end,
But even in the darkest hour, choice was there as question -
The night only surrounded me for night was my suggestion.
In night I chose to move away from things that showed the light,
I remember every choice I made to push things from my mind,
For I hold every thought, but until I felt that truth,
I just made choices from the strongest force that filtered through.
We all have choice to make, but often we forget
Each question and each choice that we make inside our head.
Each moment has it's reason - in darkness we feel space,
So if we never held the night, no room's made to create.
Yes, darkness is our friend when we do not wish to know
The strength of will it takes to hear whispers of the soul,
But though the dark can comfort us if we create a doubt,
The whispers never leave us - noise just blocks it out.
I chose to hold my pain, not pass along my strife -
I decided I could hold it, wasn't fair to leave this life.
I thought of all the love I had, though love had gone astray,
And chose to breathe each morning, wouldn't let life slip away.
Then I chose to clear my mind, though the darkness disagreed,
For every time I tried at first the bad thoughts came to me -
In every space created, I had to make that choice
To feel the empty whisper beyond the clinging noise.
It took just one sweet moment for the whisper to come in,
But I made so many choices first for that time to begin.
I chose to live, I chose to breathe, I chose to feel the pain,
I chose to see the love around despite the falling rain.
We create the moment from the choices that we make,
So the more we choose the light, the more light we create.
When we find we're in that space where night becomes our friend
We've made so many choices that we've settled in that bed.
Our choice becomes a force, so the more we feel neglected,
The more we fill with energy that lets the world reject us.
Once we see that choice as a million questions why,
We can make the conscious choice to live beyond the night.
Now I make less choices, feel less of the extremes -
I found the peace I craved was that somewhere inbetween,
But trust me when I say that I remember each sweet time
I pushed away the darkness by turning on the light.
To every wandering soul finding comfort in the night,
I hope these words I've shared help your mind to catch the light.
You don't have to feel strong enough to choose the light today,
Just breathe deep till you remember that the choice is there to make.
Heather Lea
