Day 2 Prompt: Secret

What do you have that holds you?
Does it dig in with
thorns, bursting
through skin, growing
new vines to twist
this into that,
multiplying until
the darkness
is impenetrable?
Those are not vines but veins,
there is no secret
through your darkness
but light, no twisting
but perspective
no impossible but
stillness beyond,
between each
breath.