The fears I run from in the day,
appear as gifts I chase in the night.
Losses are gains disguised in misfortune,
a holy change in perspective,
only revealed by the moon’s light.

I shouldn’t keep my eyes so dependent on the sun
for what is obvious, what demands my attention,
doesn’t speak for the essence beneath my skin.
Mid-day’s brightest light
only shimmers on what is most prominent,
what I want to be seen,
simultaneously deepening the contrast
of what is not so easy to guess.
In the dark my shadow is limitless.