Darkness I see,
Only rarely do small specks of light
Offer release from my beloved darkness.

But only one thought passes through this space,
And in this time and place I am angry.

No, not angry, I am afraid.
A fear only masked by rage.

Stepping into my daily routines,
I slide comfortably into that mask.

Living my life behind it,
As if I could find no way around it.

And although those around me know I’m hiding,
Their comfort is founded in feigning ingnorance;

Ignoring it in order to avoid the awkward silences and situations.
Seemingly as if it would go away.

Again I am left in the silence of my space,
Where in it all I see…
Is darkness.

-Marie
06/29/2006