soniacookbroen
enter the mind
this darkness you are blind to
unfolds invisible folds around you
in the cloak the daggers stowed
do you see the shadow cast beneath your own two feet?
it is something I have grown to know well
to predict
and though I suffer from your constant doubt
I have learned to separate myself from this shroud
that has a life of its own a pulse of its own
beating in the blackness of night
and receding as quickly and illusively as it came
you play now a game of twos and let me tell you
I will happily step to the side
as you stride by
playing a doomsday duet
while I cast my eyes at the sky
to see the rising of the sun
and even in the moon
I feel my potential
grow
and you can try to shake me
but you will be holding onto the trunk
of a mighty oak
and you can try to cut me down with poisonous words
but you will only fortify my wood
flail your arms amidst your tempest if it pleases you
but don’t expect that I will enter into that floorless room
by your side.
I choose no sides and have nothing beside me
so that I can stretch to my fullest and feel the taste of air that is free.