Darkness was born to be hidden, be her gentle fairy. Cover her with your wings, shield her from the sun and from all eyes. Don’t let her take hold of you. Reach toward the sun, be rare, be true. Be as you were born: untamed, wild, yet to me, the most beautiful in all the world. Kneel, and hold that little frightened child. You are the same; she shuts her eyes when she sees you, afraid of who you are. And you, like a coward, turn away, not daring to remember her. She does not yet know how to fly so teach her. Let her stretch her wings. Be greater than you once were. Fear binds you, fear restrains you. Grow up, face it, meet its eyes. It is not larger, not stronger than you. It is only as big as you are, accept it at last. It is not darkness that hunts you, nor nightmares that chase you. It is you who keep yourself awake, unaware, restless mind. They have already let go, moved on. No one remembers, no one cares. So show yourself, then show them. Show all that you are still alive. Show how you bloom, how you fly. Only, don’t confess that you remember it all. Their words don’t wound them; your tears don’t touch them. So learn to release. Find a home for your soul; and if you cannot find it, build it. Raise walls, build towers, guard it well. No one can cut you down, no one can make your skin burn. Be within everyone’s reach, yet let no one glimpse your sorrow. Hide your eyes, lift your head. Even in your wrongs, let them see you are right.