This Epiphany

In this Epiphany, this season of luminosity, I long to seek the Light. Yet simultaneously I find myself strangely attracted to the darkness. For there in the shadows I don't have to give name to that which is hidden therein.
There is a false sense of comfort hiding under this shroud of concealment.
It is a painful journey to speak the truth to self; to name that which hides in the shadows; to come toward the light. This is where healing begins. Revealed; naked; exposed as me
before the One who knew me from the start in this Epiphany.

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