I could only see the dark, but that makes me see more than most.

No one wants to look in the shadows.

No one wishes to venture to the unknown. Not knowing where to go…or whom.

No one understands why or how things are different.

Yet, everyone wants to look at the light.

Everyone wishes to be known. To always know where to go.

Everyone understands power.

But, wants can become obsession.

Understanding can become ignorance.

I know for even when shadows are not found, they are always watching.

Every light has darkness.

And to escape it, is to become it.

Why do I know these things?

Because I am the dark.

Written by Rodney Weekes

Published in “Echoes” Voices from Prince George’s County Poets, 2006