he
makes
all sorts
of
secret promises
to himself
in the
dark

he will
be better
he will
be stronger
he will
not
be broken
not again

in
the light
though
cracks
begin to appear
in
those
softly
whispered
promises

his
resolve
cracks
as well

he
falls
into the
same routine
the
same cycle
the
same sorrow
the
same old
song
and
dance

but
in the
dark
he
becomes
less
transparent
more
surreal
less
able
to separate
truth
from fiction