My soul calls my spirit into rebellion.

The gift inside darken my shadows.

The truth I hung onto dearly bursted into denial.

My arms and my legs were not my own.

So I took refuge in my heart and my head.

The treasure inside made sure I could not hide.

The shadow grew and growled “if I can’t hide I will fight.”

I turned looked at shadow.

Who are you?

A light got brighter in me, and the shadow got darker.

What are you?

The gift opened in me.

It is you blocking your own light.

You are the gift!