Can I sit with you in the dark?
I always feel the change in the atmosphere before I see the storm. I like it that way because it gives me time to prepare.
It gives me time to prepare for the shutout, for the silence.
It gives me time to harden my heart so it’s not crushed under the heaviness of that black veil. When the lights flicker out, can I sit here with you?
Can I stay when the monsters sneak in?
I hear the words they speak using your voice, your mouth. I hear the lies they’ve convinced you are truth.
They haven’t convinced me.
I’ll never believe that you’d rather be with them than stay here in the light. I’ll never believe that you would choose to go if you had a choice.
When the shutters come down over your eyes, darkening your heart, can I hold your hand?
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to weather the storm alone. Maybe I could lend you my light while we wait it out together. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so alone if you could feel my hand there inside yours.
Will you let me stay here with you?
Will you let me stay? Because the darkness doesn’t scare me. I’ve seen it. I’ve walked through it. I know the warmth of the light that comes after it.
I can’t fix it for you; I can’t make it better. But I can stand with you through it.
If you let me stay.
Will you let me stay while you try to find the light again?
The darkness won’t last forever, and I’ll be here waiting when the light filters in again. I’ll be here like a beacon, leading you back to calm waters. I’ll be here because you need one constant in a world of unknowns. I’ll be here so you know that you are not alone.
You don’t have to be alone.
I hope you find the light before the darkness wins. I hope you find the light, because the world needs you and because living in the light is the only way to survive.