by CJ d.

Darkness is frozen in moment and time

Moments of existence in ice covered wind that presses on our cheeks, making our lips rainbows

‘Cause how do we know that they aren’t rainbows?

We say red and pink and blue from cold – but why not orange and green and yellow?

Life is too colourful to define itself in single handed monochromatic injustices

Time is so indefinable

Broken into bits and pieces here and there, floating about in the micro fraction of the universe that are our golden brains, shining through a light that blinds

Darkness is beautiful

There was a Princess, marching back and forth along her balcony

Fingertips digging into the marble of the railing that is dim

It doesn’t glow the way darkness does

And she makes her way forth to announcements of the utter most importance

Because she is a Princess, and that is what Princesses do

They speak words for their command, explaining the tithes that we give daily

People fighting for their freedom

People working at their long daily jobs

People playing on climbing sky scrapers

People walking down beautiful beaches, rosy in the arms of a friend

And the Princess proclaims this good

This good is the broken nature of being

Fighting for the existence of existing

Breaking for the love of loving

Falling in the joy of playing

Hiding and seeking in some crazy game of cat and mouse that the Princess just has to watch

And she smiles and waves, dances and flows about her ballroom in clothes fit for a Knight and stumbles

So focused on what people see of her that she forgets to just be her

Because sadly things work like that

And I, she, we are sick of things working like that

Darkness surrounds everything, swamping it in valley’s and shadows doubts and beauty

Beauty because we are all so different, and can be observed as different in the purity of darkness in an entirely different way than we can in the light

Darkness enhances differences felt by fingers, heard by ears, experienced through scent

Darkness causes us to keep our balance within our validity being pulled by the magnetic north to wonders of reality

Reality that shapes itself around the reaction, the shadow


A young child is playing off by themselves

Not alone, but with others

Throwing around balls of love and life and relationships

Friends dancing around a symmetry caused by everything being timed

Timeouts are punishment

The removal of those who misuse their balls of darkness, of sanctity

And it’s misused all of the time

Flowing from fingertips to screaming words to pain and fear before it translates back into the meditative peace

This child is forced into the spotlight when they’d prefer to be in the darkness because they understand

They understand that darkness is the compromise of fire for self love and worth

Darkness is where one goes to not judge, where one can dance and scream and feel without waiting to be told to

Darkness is loving and thoughtful and surrounding

It’s encompassing

And in a world full of so much light, it’s the bringer of sensation

And fighting against the void

The void and darkness are very different

The void is the loss of everything and the gain of nothing while darkness is the acceptance of everything and the love of nothingness

Nobody is afraid of the dark

They’re afraid of the void

A boy is in his bed, terrified that monsters are under it, going to attack him or take him

And his hands are shaking and he fears the dark, vilifying it to become something it is not

Shoving with his mind to say that all darkness is bad, when darkness is just trying to care

Darkness is the universes caretaker

Loving everything, even when it decides it doesn’t need that love

So remember that the darkness is your caretaker in form of friend, parent, teacher, lover, sibling

And that everything is always loved

No matter what you’ve done

By Colin Jon david Stewart

Glow Stick by Terri Stewart CC (BY-NC-ND)
Colin Jon with Glow Stick
by Terri Stewart


Jamie Dedes is a Lebanese-American poet and free-lance writer. She is the founder and curator of The Poet by Day, info hub for poets and writers, and the founder of The Bardo Group, publishers of The BeZine, of which she was the founding editor and currently a co-manager editor with Michael Dickel. Ms. Dedes is the Poet Laureate of Womawords Press 2020 and U.S associate to that press as well. Her debut collection, "The Damask Garden," is due out fall 2020 from Blue Dolphin Press.

3 thoughts on “Darkness

  1. There are so many good lines in this! I especially like “Darkness is where one goes to not judge, where one can dance and scream and feel without waiting to be told to” because it is so very true. There are many truths in this piece, and you have managed to pull them all into the light for us to consider. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

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