Beauty is Darkness…

 

 

There is something significant about darkness. It represents a type of stillness, an absence of light. In that absence, the sense of sight is no longer a luxury; other senses arise stronger than ever. Those senses can stimulate your mind deeper than anything you could wish to see.

Believe none of what you hear, half of what you see.” What about the half that you cannot see, the half that is engulfed in darkness? What do we do in that dark space? Why do so little people depreciate darkness in all of its multiple shades. There is beauty beyond the shade.

There is beauty in the darkness of depression. A person can feel so alone, feeling as though they are in the pits below life itself. In that lone pit, tears accompany them, anxiety accompanies them, pain takes over them, and obscene thoughts run rampant throughout a fragile mind; thoughts that are detrimental to the soul. When and only when a person can recognize the negatives would they be able to develop their own positives. There’s a hole above the pit that surrounds the person, as a reflecting light shines through, and there appears the hand that reaches down to pull you up. The beauty is looking down into that pit in which you became so familiar with and coming to terms with how deeply rooted it was, recognizing how strong you were to, with assistance, climb out.  Even how strong you were to look back at such a place.

Beauty in Darkness, Beauty in Strength…

There is beauty in the darkness of oppression. As a race that is placed at the bottom of societal scale, we know pain, we know injustice, and we know manipulation. Physical brutality to mental brutality, back to physical brutality accompanying mental control paired with forced complacency; we are not unfamiliar.  We are one with struggles of many kinds whether it is to stand for your people or our people, or to decide whether to be displaced or misplaced. Furthermore, as a people (race) this isn’t where we should be, neither physically nor mentally. If you feel as though we were displaced, you are right. If you feel as though we are misplaced, you are exceptional, you have hope, and that’s only a starting point but it holds so much value in our community, it aids in the spark. Being misplaced gives us a sense of temporary, temporarily misplaced in hopes that we are found and put back where we belong, truly.  Oppression births hope, and in hope lies something so profound, so beautiful…strength.

Beauty in Darkness, Beauty in Strength…

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