The Light in Hidden Places

by Sharon Cameron

Fear comes with the dark when you’re lying still, waiting for the knock on the door. And fear is not always reasonable.

Kindness. Cruelty. Love and hate. These were the borders that mattered.

and in a world where death is a shadow at the edge of every light,

Death really isn’t so terrible, I think. It’s losing the chance to live that’s sad.

“We’re always living days we can never get back,” I say. “So we make new ones.

The sky is so full and bright above us, shining down in all the hidden places. Because somehow, in some way, we are alive.