Alone In The Dark
I was a silly little boy sitting all along with nothing
but darkness staring back at me. Most little boys were
afraid of the dark; afraid of what lurked behind closest doors
and underneath twin beds; afraid of some indescribable creature
reaching to snatch them in their sleep. Not I though.
No I embraced the dark; I found it to be a hiding place where I could
compose my thoughts and orchestrate my understanding
of the world around me. I was a silly little boy sitting all
along with nothing but darkness staring back at me.
Life was like a symphony back then…hell it still is. Many sights
and sounds blending together to make some kind of sense
but at the same time made no sense at all. But I played my part
in the music (even if no one could hear me) I had my own little notes
blending in. The dark taught me how to comprehend
what my eyes were no longer seeing, processing my yesterdays
into tomorrow’s distinction. I was a silly little boy sitting all
along with nothing but darkness staring back at me. I learned how
to listen with my heart and hear with my mind.
My mother said I was strange sitting all along in the dark, but I didn’t care.
I told her I wasn’t stranger and that she should
embrace the darkness too. I was a silly little boy sitting along
with nothing but darkness staring back at me. I didn’t think I
was stranger at all, maybe a little different. Or maybe just a bit odd
but I used darkness as a moment of reflection because I understood
the light of day was going to bring new meanings and new melodies
from the orchestra known as life. I recognized that it wasn’t darkness
staring back at me but a new day. Maybe I wasn’t silly at all.
Tarringo T. Vaughan