It is scary to unravel in the light.
Light means awareness and awareness means seeing what was once in the dark. Sometimes things in the dark, once revealed, are not so scary anymore. Like the classic monster in the bedroom…that isn’t. But sometimes there really is a monster in the bedroom.
More children’s books should probably talk about this so it can help us grow into adults that can face reality.
Monsters exist…and not just in the dark.
Sometimes the light in the room is flipped on and the monster is real and tries to eat you alive.
This particular revelation of the light is dark…I don’t mean for it to be dark, but I’m scared and angry at the monsters.
It is beyond-words scary to come to life sometimes.
I have travelled in the dark. I guess I battled fear in the dark sometimes too, but I could look at the beasts lurking around me and tell myself they weren’t real. They were just my imagination playing tricks on me…just a shadow that couldn’t hurt me.
I sometimes find reality to be unappealing now that I’m learning the truth. But I guess the greatness of light is that reality can be changed into something better.
There are also good things….good feelings. Gifts. Flowers. Laughter. Love.
And still, always there can be Hope when the feelings don’t feel so good.
I just think it’s important to say that sometimes it’s not all rosy. There is a lot that makes me want to shut my eyes again and say, “I’m not here. I’m not here. I’m not here and neither are the monsters.” Oh, but to believe the lies.
They are there. Here. Me, the “monsters,” my life….it all has existed through all this time.
Yesterday I walked into the kitchen with my toddler, preparing to make her breakfast. I flipped on the light and… This is what started off my day.
I am rewriting the story, or in this case…maybe the song.