Secrets
This was a Prose poem written for the poetry class I took in college and I might consider it one of my favorite forms of poetry, mostly for the fact that it’s written more like a story rather than a typical poem. I wrote this one based off my love for the night and the calmness it usually brings me. I’ve always considered myself to be more of a night owl than a lover of the day, and I hope that this poem is able to resonate with others who may feel the same way.
The daytime doesn’t hold secrets like the night. The sun stares down with devilish rays, igniting everything in bright light. The day is not blind to every visitor it may receive nor does it care about comfort or holding back. It shows things for what they are, humans and objects alike. That’s why I prefer the night. The solitude it brings, the quiet it holds. The day is loud and vibrant. I can whisper into the nights ear and no one will hear, keeping everything I hold dear to myself. The night caresses my face and lulls me to sleep, loving and promising. There’s no possible way that the day could do that.
