I heard a voice whisper in the dark.
It begged me,
To please not shine the light.
To let it remain hidden
behind all it’s stories,
And sadness
And cloaks of darkness.

“Who will I be?”
The voice cried in the dark,
If you see me
“As I am.
If you see me barren
and humble?
Crouching in the corner
Of a darkened cave
Surrounded by bats who can’t see?”

“You will be you.”
I answered.
“You will be as you were created.
You don’t even know who that is.
It’s time, now, to learn….”

I turned the light on,
The one that I can make glow through my eyes.
The voice cried out in fear
And tried to hide
deeper into the corner,
To find another lie to hide behind.

The light saw through all of them.
All the layers of darkness
in which the voice cloaked itself.
The light shone
And the room glowed.

“Now that you’ve been seen,
What will you do?”
I asked.
“Will you live or will you die?
Choose wisely.”

And I turned, and illuminated the path out.
That’s all I could do, and walk it.