Out of the Dark by Shawndra Roberts

Here are the first few paragraphs of what is going on in my mind... hope you like it!

Light is used to mean so many different things. Sometimes it means reasoning, such as the age of enlightenment. It can mean the illumination of an area created by electricity or other various chemicals. Light is also used in the illustration of good in contrast to evil. Light represents something that is pure and causes a person to realize what is right. So if light is good, and right, dark must be what is evil. I use to like the dark. It was calming for me, an escape from all the things I could see. The horrible things that occurred around me from day to day would be wiped away when I went into my unlit room. It wasn’t until later that I experienced just what darkness truly meant. The inner darkness that happens when you have decided to turn away from all light, all things sane.
I had always felt like I had been called to leave home. To get away from the safe and known atmosphere that I had grow up in. I grew up in a small southern town. No one really needs to know the name; the majority of them have the same anatomy. I went to high school, stayed involved, had friends, went to church. A typical life of anyone growing up in my town. Never truly feeling like I belonged, I tried a lot of things to make that feeling go away. Spent an insane amount of time doing things. I joined every club possible, went to every church activity on the calendar, and in the spare time I did have I was with friends. Being alone was never good. The tugging feeling would appear in my stomach. Pulling me away from the normalcy of that little town. It still tugs every once in while when I let it. Suppressing what I was supposed to be doing proved to be ridiculously exhausting.
I don’t know if you have ever felt that way. Felt like you were meant for so much more than what society expects of us.