The One who holds

Are you willing to run with me through the darkness

until we reach the light?

Or were you always meant

to leave me behind in the shadows?

You pretended to be a saviour,

but you were the one

who led me into the darkness

in the first place.

Do you even hear the echo

calling my name inside the dark?

Sometimes I wonder—

did that echo become my only friend?

Did the darkness adopt me?

Did it understand my pain,

my silent screams,

the way you never could?

You were supposed to guide me

toward the light.

So where are you now?

Are you scared of me?

I feel cold here—

there’s no warm place to hide.

The cold crawled inside me,

and now it feels like a part of me.

I don’t want warmth anymore.

I don’t want to run from this darkness—

it feels like home now.

Did you ever think

how much of me the darkness consumed?

I shook hands with it;

we became friends.

It doesn’t haunt me anymore—

but it will haunt you.

Darkness is gentle,

a strange light for people like us—

the ones others left behind

while chasing a brightness

they were never meant to reach.

Are you scared of me now?

Do nightmares haunt you?

They don’t haunt me anymore—

they became my beautiful dreams.

And if you ever need a hand

in this darkness…

it’s still here for you.