Poem: My Dark Places

      This blog is for me that others may read. I spend at least an hour on each prompt then go back and edit it then post it. If I come back to it I come back to it but if I don't then oh well. I have so many stories in my head and get depressed if I don't write something so this is more therapy for me. Enjoy!

       I was having a real crappy few weeks that threatened to explode last night after an argument with some co-workers. I don't usually cry but I did and then I channeled that into a poem...

 My Dark Places

I am a child of night,
The sun is too happy and bright,
I much prefer the moon that broods,
Waxing and waning like my moods;

I need to crawl into an empty space,
Far away from this cheerful place,
A place for only my demons and me,
A womb of darkness is where I want to be;

In my darkest places I find joy,
Safe in dreams that you seek to destroy,
Where most are seized by terror and fear,
I find myself most happy here;

Sometimes I want to plunge into the sea,
Return to where all life began and be
Just by myself away from all the bull,
In that darkness I'll feel completely full;

Most of the time I put up walls,
But once in a while that defense falls,
Becoming exposed to harsh burning light,
Eyes stung with tears I pray for night;

Your daggers and arrows may wound me,
I hide those cuts so you don't see,
I may bend but I refuse to break,
I'm sure there's worst pain I can take;

My storm will calm and I'll return,
Rejoin the sun and endure it's burn,
Think me strange and a bit unwell,
But I find comfort inside my shell.