Twilight
I feel through these dark spaces, wandering, not quite lost, one space and then another. I am afraid to place this weight where it will sink another. I tiptoe, lightly. I am reaching to express the few sunbeams that remain. Say the right thing, show the right thing. Flashing smiles and trite expression. Nothing else is welcome here. And in the dark, I feel myself. This ink that is so palpable. Sinking, swirling, those eddies of blue and midnight. I am alone. There is anger is some of this. Why can't anyone hold this but me? Why are so few able to walk these shady places with me? A few profess to only speak of positive things. I feel myself sneer at them, not exactly wishing them to understand. Am I just meant to travail alone? Does everyone travail alone? These inner workings, these midnight spaces. Life for me is exorbitantly heavy. I did not choose it so. There is loss and there is heartbreak in one destined for music, then losing her way; when she finds herself, now r...