Nocturnal

The light is a good place to be.
If it found you, if it grew from the
inside
out
with high vibrations and purity,
you've been fortunate.

Not every woman lives in light.

For some, the dark calls through cracks in the doors.
They relax into the night when it hides for them
the things they work so hard to hide in daylight.
The monsters are companions,
the demons are friends.

Their defenses are curses cast onto midnight breezes.
Their prayers are whispered to stars.
They read their strange messages
in the patterns of moonlight through the leaves.
The dark seeps into them.
The shadows blanket them;
shadows hide secrets,
and secrets mean safety.

The light is a good place.

The dark is a safe place.