Maybe i stood in the darkness too long; i was just hoping to not expose all that had been undone and then that, that i kept undoing. Maybe in the dark i could keep the light from shining on all my imperfections. On these bones and this heart beating so hard that it manages to capture the essesnce of humanity and all my brokenness too. But maybe light was what i needed all along. Maybe light exposure would expose my bravery to own all that is undone, making me–me. Making me real and raw and just like you and you. Maybe the light is really my friend. Maybe light has managed to reveal that this skin and these bones and this heart aren’t so bad after all.