In darkness I sit and it consumes me. It wraps a blanket of comfort and solitude around my shaking shoulders and calms the escaped monster in me. It lets me yell and scream, and cry without judgement as it cradles my fragile soul in its arms. It plants kisses on my forehead to stop the tears and rubs my back to soothe my broken spirit.
When the monster has finished its damage, darkness casts it away back to its chamber. It lets me rest from the fight as it repairs the lock. It takes the shattered pieces of my dignity and puts it back in place, rebuilding the masking figure that hides the truth.
When it is done, it tells me to sit-up straight and lifts up my head. It tells me to open my eyes and look ahead. I look and I see. It shows me the faint light and wipes dry my wet cheek. The light peeks through the cracks illuminating a rectangular figure. The door. "Stand and be strong," it says as it unwraps its blanket around me. So I stand, and I am strong, but the soul is still weak.
I open the door and the light blinds me. When my eyes adjust, I know that my old friend is gone. I walk and I go, and go, and go. And I feel it fighting to be free, to escape again. And it will, it always will just as I know that I will return.
I always return.
this is haunting. :o
ReplyDeletebut i love what the darkness says, and how you personify it. sometimes i also feel that invisible arms ensure that i have the space to fight and the space to heal. are you peaceful now, love?
Yeah, this is was an event that took place last Saturday. I wanted to write it out at the time while my emotions and thoughts were fresh, but my laptop was outside and I didn't want to leave yet at the moment.
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