Darkness does not arrive with a crash, nor does it demand entry with force. It does not seize us in the night like a thief. Instead, it whispers. It coaxes and lures. It slithers in quiet moments as a fleeting compromise, a bitter thought entertained, a wound left to fester.
And sometimes, we welcome it.
There is a strange, undeniable appeal in the descent. Darkness drapes itself in mystery, its edges gilded in temptation. It glows like embers in the night, catching the light in ways that seem to scintillate, blinding us to its hunger. This insidious shroud makes us feel powerful, untouchable, adorned in something ancient and secret. It gives us the illusion of control even as it takes hold.
We don’t always recognize its constricting embrace. Sometimes, this consuming force enters as what may feel like righteous fury, whispering that we have been wronged and are owed revenge. It often masquerades as confidence, telling us we no longer need love and saying it’s a weakness and disadvantage. Occasionally, it even wears the face of freedom, seducing us with rebellious thoughts until we are isolated from friends and family and no longer recognize the person staring back in the mirror.
By the time we realize what’s happening, this creeping shadow of emptiness has devoured us. We’re already adorned in its fatal charade, unaware that the splendor we see is actually a mask for decay. We end up wrapped up in its tantalizing threads, not realizing we’re being unraveled from within.
The abyss of insidious darkness is rarely benevolent. Unlike the calm, sweet touch of nighttime darkness, this slow destruction of shadows and half-light doesn’t offer rest or grant revelation—it only takes. It erodes the edges of who we are, twisting our thoughts, choices, and hearts until we can no longer tell where we end, and the void begins.
That is its nature.
To resist it, we must remain aware of ourselves. We must recognize when we are standing at the edge of the abyss and when it is staring back. The whispering black, though alluring, does not love—it only devours. But if darkness is insidious, so too is light.
Light does not arrive with fanfare, nor does it demand to be seen. It is built, choice by choice, in the quiet moments where we refuse to be consumed. Light is found in gratitude, in the simple act of recognizing beauty even when the world feels bleak. It’s in the kindness we show ourselves, the forgiveness we offer others, and the courage to let go of or walk away from what does not serve us.
To keep our light shining, it must be nurtured. It’s not something we simply have—it’s something we cultivate daily in the choices we make and the thoughts we entertain. Gratitude strengthens our light, reminding us of what is good and anchoring us in the present instead of the void of what was or what could be. Self-awareness protects it, helping us recognize when shadows creep too close, when our thoughts begin to turn against us, or when the weight of the world makes us forget our own worth.
Connection fuels it—not just with others but with ourselves. We reach outward when the weight of solitude tempts us into silence and turn inward when we lose track of who we are. Acts of kindness, the creation of something beautiful, service, and love—each one feeds the blaze of light, pushing back the consuming dark.
Above all, we must remember that light is not the absence of darkness but the refusal to surrender to it. It is a choice we make repeatedly every time we refuse to let the abyss define us.
No matter how insidious the abyss, we can always turn toward the light.
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~Morgan~
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