It is that darkness that scares me most of all.
I see flashes of it all the time.
Peak at the possibilities of what could be,
And retreat back to the light.
It threatens so much,
The unraveling of self.
A ball of string once sent rolling down a hill,
Rarely stops,
Until it is unwound.
I do worry about that darker side.
It concerns me.
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