In my childhood, the night was always a scary thing, 

Its silence seeped into my soul, 

Its darkness created many shadows, 

I saw ghosts mocking me. 

Its reflections crept into my closed eyes. 

It felt like there was no place to hide. 

My little self was too afraid of being caught by them. 

 

Yet, with you by my side, I felt safe. 

You became a strong fortress against those fears. 

I would wake you as soon as something strange began to stir. 

 

But when distance grew between us, 

The night transformed into my companion. 

Its silence embraced me, 

Its darkness wrapped me in a sense of safety,

Where no one could see me. 

I didn’t care about ghosts anymore. 

 

With the night, 

I discovered another part of myself, 

The part that could shed endless tears, 

The part that saw the world behind a veil of haze, 

The part that despised a smile that people always saw as perfect. 

 

But that part also longed to say, 

Father.. how should I take a step, 

When my feet are caught between hope and darkness? 

My mind is drowning in questions I can’t comprehend.

My body is too weak to bear the weight of this heavy world.

Father.. can I always wake you up like my little self used to?

 

But, Father.. am I truly being embraced by the night? 

Or am I about to be dropped? 

I’m just simply seeking a step to keep from being lost.