By Margueritte Pitjeng
What is darkness you ask?
Darkness is how you hold a pen
Within the confines of your fingers
Trying to scribble down your first alphabet.
Its how perfectly imperfect you seem,
Although your skeletons have turned to ash
It’s the hopelessness you carry after 50 selfies
Due to the void you created as a sanctuary
For bitter, icy darkness.
Darkness is the light that can never be hidden
I agree with you…
You do not worship it, right?
But you have allowed it to worship your feet
From the moment you gave in to a low self-esteem.