Daylight

When I walked into the daylight

it was if all my senses were awoken.

The sound of the children playing was crisp,

and I noticed the shapes their shadows made on the grass. 

The sunlight made circles in my eyes and little fires were lit in the irises.

My bones, they were fragile. 

I keep it all inside,

no one can see,

how the light and dark connect to make explosions in the deep crevices of my insides. 

Shadows play tricks,

but the light is

honest.