When The Light Shone Through

I used to take ambiguity
out of my darkest closet
and dress myself
with its finely braided
disguises, that stole
the softest part of me.
But when your love
became clear to my
wasted eyes- I saw
that there were holes
in my tight lies.

What if I awake
and my feet touch
sunshine
instead of falling through
wooden dreams.

And you found
your way through;
illuminating the blackest
bits of skin
and making my heart
glow like it always did
before reality
plagued my soul.

* written for contest on here.
May 26, 2012.