In the shadows I sit
imprisoned in fear,
alone and afraid
year after year.
I wonder alone
will darkness lift?
constant companion
suffering’s “gift.”
I see Jesus coming
carrying a key,
I think to myself
he’ll set me free.
He opens the door
and enters the space,
he sits down with me
tears stain his face.
I ask, “are we leaving?”
He says, “no, not yet.
Your pain continues,
but child, don’t fret.”
He gazes at me
with love in his eyes,
“I’ll be with you
until darkness dies.”
Jason Kanz 