Do you want this?
Spoke a voice from inside.
Though her head was heavy,
and her heart tired.
She’d read all the books,
About what that meant,
But the darkness inside,
wanted to know if it had spent –
Itself inside her soul
Maybe not just yet.
It decided
– and then –
It went in.
She turned away from the door.
A way out.
She closed the curtains.
A way to see.
She blocked the door with old clothes.
A way to not be seen.
And she wandered through word maps,
A cartography of well-worn paths,
Ignoring the psithurism,
of her soul.
It was never going into the darkness.
She thought with a chuckle.
Her face changing from soft bright lines,
to a sarcastic twist of human features.
It was always the journey back,
she laughed against the backdrop,
of a midnight black cat,
that seemed to purr…
‘It’s time to come back.’
Softly, the bed clothes unfold,
the human whose hold,
was slightly loosening,
on the sanity of her chosen world.
She felt the anger,
bubbling deep below,
and it wasn’t the stranger,
or the danger of the unknown.
She was angry because she felt it,
deep down below,
her humane-ness,
that sang slow songs to the depths,
of the darkness.
A darkness,
she wished could hold her gently.
Gently, darling, sleep under the starlight,
knowing that the darkness,
doesn’t have much more fight,
before you can lay together,
in the early morning light,
and know that the beauty,
came from the fight.
