There is a room.
The room is divided,
On one side the lanterns burn brightly,
Their warmth and glow flickering upon hopeful faces,
Love and rapture so present in every heart,
While their counterparts,
Who dwell on the other side,
Languish in the cold breeze,
And chilling embrace,
Of the darkness,
There is peace in misery they say,
Comfort in the familiarity of agony and sorrow.
We choose to linger here.
Here is our home.
One child stands alone,
Looking at each side with curiosity- with wonder,
She cant decide where to go,
For although it is obvious that the warmth is hope,
And the light is happiness,
She knows that in embracing the shadows,
There is indeed peace in its miserable arms,
And knowledge to be gained from the chill on her skin.
Sitting between the two she gathers a blanket,
And lights a tiny flame,
Here she is human,
Covered in shadow,
Immersed in light.