Fear

A bright light shining through every bit of being. Shining through the life of everything around me.
If you've listened to the world, it tells you to close your eyes. Shut your lids as tight as you can and don't let it in. As tight as you try the shadows dance in the blur. You try hard to shut it out but it moves in your mind. It's hard to make out what it is but it haunts your world, the shadows in the light. Hold your eyes tight. Don't let it in.

Some ponder the images of the shadows, some run scared, and some, as tight as they squeeze have no choice as the light squeezes through the shielded eye.
The shadows do their dance but the light burns so bright. The shadowy images are burnt away and cling to the life around everything around me. They shadowy figures that I have been told to fear act like puppets to the light. It's the light that burns my eyes, it torches my pupil, burning everything I see. The shadows loom over everything around me but it matters not now, the light has put to flames all that I have known.

The trees have burnt, my shelter now charred. I struggle to reach out but all I see is a blinding whiteness.  Frantic panic rushes over me, the shadows must still loom out there. I can't see. Yet before I instinctively close my eyes, before I dreadfully think of ripping them from my head, I breathe in. I feel I'm not the first to suffer this light, feel the agony of blindness. So I rest my eyes, let them take in the light, I sit and be.

My eyes slowly struggle to dilate, the faded image of a horizon makes its way to my mind. Only the farthest edges of the world show themselves to me. I sit and wait, my gentle eyes begin to heal as the horizon comes to me. I have nothing to reach for but the ends of the world. I walk as trees and streams come to sight. I slowly begin to see a world I only saw through shut eyes. I look around and begin to see, see those who suffered with me, those that didn't allow for their eyes to heal. Those that clawed them out of their heads, those who had shut them again, the white streaks down their face from the scolding of the light,those who have never had the light squeeze in, and those who struggle through the blindness. Then I think of the shadows, and afraid to seem them I almost shut my eyes, desperately seeking shelter from them but I resist. The bright world shining through a take a moment to look and notice that I see no shadows. What loomed over everything I knew was no longer there. The light had burnt it all, the shelters, the world, the shadows.

So I wonder while I hold the hands of those with closed eyes, did the shadows ever exist, did I ever need to fear them, or did I just never see the world.

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