Carmel Finnerty-Gonzales Poet Dramatic Verse

The Dark Night of the Soul.

THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL.


I played that game and played it well
'til it brought me here today. 
As a child exposed and vulnerable,
for protection, the blanket would stay. 
I wrapped it around me tightly
and clung through years untold, 
manipulating and controlling
behind this shield of gold.

I chose to see no further
and exploited every stitch 
'til it lay in threads around me,
but still I re-wove and knit.

As time went on, half clad, I bared
the dark side of my soul 
but turned my head and stooped so low
to make that blanket whole. 
I wore it thin. Nine lives it lived,
'til that fabric was no more 
and the threads I used for cover
bore a festering open sore.

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