Personal Story: My Dance With Shadow
Lines on my face and hands tell the truth of the clock ever ticking.
And yet, for this villain of my youth, it seems no time existed.
For even with hinges rusted shut, heavy doors began to open.
The memories, seemingly lost, and beyond recall,
Echoed hauntingly through the deepened recesses of my being.
With nightly visits the dreams began to flood, like fiery flashes dancing.
Images – nay, these images cannot be mine- I say, “Be gone.”
“Go back from whence you came – peace be mine.”
This painfully perplexing state of my being will not let me sleep.
Alas no peace was to be. Thus my journey had begun.
My shadow was itself, caught in a vast web of secret agony,
with pain hidden so deeply as to not reveal the truth concealed.
Unseen this truth for none to know, hidden so well that I,
even I, refused to honor – a journey long ago established.
What good could such a deed remembered bring?
None must know this phantom.
Hide my shadow – away with thee.
Be gone, and let me have my peace.
For this belief I did posses,
this truth forbidden, gone in time,
would be lost for none to know.
Ugly head, why now you surfaced?
In an ocean black and deep,
light may enter not the secrets of your depths.
Resurfacing, in a pain, unearthly – a pain like Red fire-burning.
Burning deep within my soul.
Red fire-burning, with embers glowing in the memory of my being.
Twisting and spinning,
each cell with pain locked tightly within its walls,
Doth protest of Fire – Red fire-burning.
With my soul descending in an unending sense of hopelessness,
my sanity in doubt, and with confidence ebbing away,
still the Red fire-burned.
Be gone this dream from hell – you demon from antiquity.