Lost & found

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.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: patience

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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