I hug the Night
when it descends with pitch darkness
I embrace its intangible form and breathe.
I seek solace at Night
in the corners of my room, under the bed
under the table, and around the walls
when it comes with its tranquility.
I hug the Night
and relax in its shelter, letting go of buckled feelings.
I cry and sob, and I laugh in the silence
in the unfathomable embrace that Night brings.
The Night, my steady friend
never fails, regardless of how life runs
forgiving even if I was not my best all day.
The Night waits for me to unburden my soul
with tears and laughter, it takes it all.
My tear-soaked pillow or the muffled sobs
don’t turn the Night away when I seek refuge,
to hide from judging ears and eyes.
I hug the Nigh.
Many ears are there to share my happy notes
but a few to lend ears to the sad
