True to Who I Am

Unexpected tensions arise, drawing attention to dark, mysterious places where I have not yet trod. Where I do not venture because I have either not acknowledged the existence of such places or not believed I would survive if I swam in such murky waters. But what if the waters are dark not because of some external danger that lurks in their deeps, but because I am not present to bring what light, however weak or strong, I have to offer? The waters will always be dark and fearsome until I wade in and be true to who I am.