Not Afraid of the Darkness

Day 6 of National Poetry Month Lovelies and I’m still at it. :-)

Not Afraid of the Darkness

Her mind draped itself

with madness

to keep the cold fingers of

reality

from being able to touch

her. Reality, with its

jagged edges, that she was

constantly cutting herself on,

so she cast her eyes downward

& walked into the hollowed out

darkness & that���s where she

was able to finally sit down

& rest.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind