So when the dark part in me
To meet the dark part in you,
it terrifies me. And it takes a little bit of my soul away. I don't recognize these shadows in battle.
if I don't protect myself, who will?
Yet I can't just sit here,
and let your darkness eat at me and make me feel
less than I am, slipping in underneath my armor, without letting you know, it's not okay. It. is. not. okay.
So I stand my ground, and roar,
a roar of independence and pain and sadness, seemingly attached to a geyser in the earth.
And when it's over, I feel no better, and still less than I am. And I wonder why do I have to protect myself? From you?
And the geyser turns to tears. And the roar never ceases to shock even myself. And I want to expose it, the dark part in me, to make it go away, to kill it at its origin. And I can't find its origin.
And then things pass, and like it never happened the mist from the geyser dissipates, and I wonder how life can be a mix of calm and beauty and