She said, don’t turn away from
the darkness in you
that reaches out when you are down,
most vulnerable to its seductive
despair. You must face
and hold it tenderly,
this part of you, so estranged
eclipsed by your sunny ways.
With your sweet smile, your need
to be strong for everyone,
there is no place for this wild
raging and its sullen sad
friend who finds no value
in this world. It’s true
that when the sickness comes yet again
and their whispers become the only voice
to follow, I lose all hope;
everything reduced to black and white
caricatures, stripped of worth,
like this desolate piece of me
waiting with such grave patience
to emerge on fever-tossed nights.
Who is there to hold you
when you creep from the lonely shadows
and claim the stage
before the audience can be seated?
No curtain call for you
as I open the drapes.
The smile, as I greet the sunrise
banishing you yet again.