From darkness
I am
adapted to this night,
and rarely feel the cold.
Your light draws me
but I hide.
The brightness hurts
my eyes,
reminds me of the darkness
which has become
myself.
I am
afraid of what You'll find
if I reveal my heart -
won't You loathe me
as I do?
Perhaps
the pain of this re-birth
will be more than I
can bear.
The night
is so much blacker, now
and I am cold.
Can You find me
even if
I've closed my eyes?