It is cold and unpleasant, another
day without sunshine,
my mind a hamster wheel spinning
out of control,
I can no longer fool myself into
believing everything will be alright
when I can see pieces flying off
into shadowed tomorrows,
building a cloud, a dark storm cloud
I have no way of avoiding,
with no protection, no defences, no
strength left to fight,
I have exhausted every mind trick,
every belief, every healer known to me,
yet the circle keeps coming around
and points its dirty finger in my face,
‘You are mine, I have claimed you, I will not relinquish my control,
no matter what route you choose, you won’t find relief,
I’m inherent in your being, I’m the space surrounding spaces,
what makes you think you have what it takes to remove me
when I am the darkness and I am you.’
That's someone in a really bad place.
ReplyDeleteThere is a difference in living in darkness and being darkness, friend Shadow. I suspect that both options are well known to you … I know that I am very familiar with both. Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteCharlee: "We're still hung up on the hamster wheel."
ReplyDeleteChaplin: "Specifically the hamster part."