By: Afsana Rahman (Inspired by Nicole Mcfadden)
When I lay down
Aching from the bruises
That chain me down,
Preventing me from walking.
Aching from the deep wounds
Poking at my flesh and muscles
Paralyzing me.
It appears.
The darkness.
It's everywhere.
I don't have privacy.
What's mine is owned by the darkness.
Doubt and loss invade my brain
and fear rises inside of me,
like the sun rising on the horizon.
Defeated.
Unable to defend myself.
From the darkness
Trying to hide but even the darkness can spot me in the inky air
When the memories of the darkness are closing in,
Fighting against everything that I once hoped for,
Breaking me down, but
I will fight until those memories disappear.
I have to show those memories, 'I'm not weak'
When the night falls,
It's not the night that scares me,
It's being alone with the darkness
The darkness that wraps around me and doesn't let go.
The darkness that abuses me.
Chokes me, for saying 'I can do it'
When I should have said 'I can't do it'.
Then the darkness shape-shifts.
And holds me down.
Disguised as the light.
My life isn't mine anymore,
It's trademarked by the dark and light soul.
That work together.
That darkness is my husband.
YOU ARE READING
Locked Away
PoetryWhat does it mean to be Human? Playing Tug of War with Women. Screaming from the top of my lungs Is it the Darkness that haunts me? Unknown A quick game of hide and seek
