Good Friday: Darkness

In the darkness, the only discernible colors are muted grays and blues. The bright vibrancy of the day makes way for night.

The dark reveals fears I didn't know I had, and the unknown is even more threatening. My accusers are relentless; my shame is on display. The loudest voice screams from within.

I can't see hope. I can't see anyone. I can't see anything.

I'm surrounded, but it's just me now.

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