Sight Regained
I was a blind woman walking among the dead, but I travel alone now, a swimmer
in a black sea, unable to continue another futile struggle at the hands of hope's
humiliation as I make love to the inner core of darkness, for
nothing equals the power of your intensity.
I struggle and I struggle and I struggle, but my treasure chest is now empty, and I
have nothing left to offer, a beautiful temple robbed while secrets are well
concealed within the palm of my hand although thoughts of your abuse yet
linger...ambiguity at a costly price.
My spirit is weary as the moon's equivocal language betrays me; I live in a glass
menagerie where freedom speaks in her foreign tongue.
No longer will I allow shadows to guide my lonely soul.
What could be.
What might be.
What should be.
No! What is!
Vanity will never allow me to settle for second best.
So I courageously confront demons who lurk within the realm of reality, who
deceive my thoughts in an aggressive attempt to draw me in...again, but finally
the anesthetic has worn off, and I view an abandoned street.
I wear a guise as I dry my tears and understand...
We don't always get what we come for.
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