Do You Hear Me Darkness? Part Two
May 5th, 2008
“Oh, darkness? Are you there, darkness? I think it’s time you and I had another little heart to heart.”
You have stolen my April.
You hid under the guise of innocent humor and pushed me back to a place I had no desire to be. You draped an irresistible bait before my eyes and then tripped me when I went for it, reopening new wounds with my predictable fall before rubbing salt in every torn bit of my being.
“Did you not hear me last time, darkness?”
You have risen from the depths of my heart and clawed your way into the light in some futile attempt to drag me back down again. You have stood before me and cackled and hissed, biting and snapping, clawing and reaching.
You act like we haven’t been through this before.
“Did you think I was going to go down easy?”
I’m laughing at you darkness for you are nothing without me. Where I stand you stand, when I fall you fall. You tear me open and rip tears from my eyes and I only fighter harder.
What you do unto me may it break you with three times the force.
You tear. You cry.
“Do you understand me, darkness?”
No longer will I let you push me over. No longer will I hold you dear. You are of me and for that purpose I must keep you in some respect but in the end I’m the one running this show and I won’t back down.
No longer will I fight with blood and bone and lightly thrown curses. No longer will I be bound to your weapons alone.
No. No more.
I will fight with heart and soul, with craft and passion, word and script for I am a writer and my arsenal is much better than yours.
“Perhaps I need to repeat myself?”
I am a writer and as my pen is my sword you’ve nothing on me, dear darkness, for I am full of words be they mental, spoken, or scribbled in your shadows with the last quick of my nails. They twist and twine about your form and no- they are not pretty petty words of pompous or insecure nature.
These are my words.
Words like; strangle, hold, bind. You harm me no longer.
My blade is sharp. My words sharper. The images they create are even sharper still. They cut and slice and dice and thrash any hold you may have had on me.
“I did not stutter, darkness.”
I am the writer and I control the darkness of my mind with the ink in my heart upon the pages of my soul. Fantasy, horror, romance. Fiction and non. Poetry, prose, and a sputter or two. I will tuck a little bit of you in each of my creations allowing my stories to tangle and weave through what was once your great power.
And you will be no more.
“Do you hear me darkness?”
Here is where I make my stand and I shan’t back down for I am the writer and you the illusion. You’re playing in my world now, only as real as I choose to make you.
“You are no more.”
Why?
Because I said so and my words are your laws. So be gone little figment and pray my pen is merciless should you choose to rise again.
What a powerful piece! I could honestly feel the power of your words as you reclaimed your “seat” as a beautiful writer. As always, I’ve walked away inspired!
Spirit, a lovely, poignant post. Wounds that you think are healed do have a way of painfully surfacing at unexpected moments. {{{HUGS!!!}} I admire your positive attitude on conquering your pain. Awareness is the beginning of healing, and then comes the wisdom that will make you realize what caused the pain and how to avoid it in the future. So many times in life circumstances are not what they appear to be on the surface. It teaches us to be more cautious as we move forward. An it teaches us to tell the difference between our ego and our true selves.
Hugs, JJ
Hello dearie! I’ve tagged you with a fun meme if you’re in the mood!
Jo: Aww, thankies. :) I’m glad I could inspire you in return for all the inspiration you’ve given me lately. It was with friendships such as yours that I had the strength the write this piece.
I’ll run over and look at your meme as soon as I have a chance, dearie. :) Always in the mood for memes.
Nature Nut: Thankies very much. :) This one was harder for me to post than the last because said darkness was a little deeper this time around and I waited till it had passed so to speak before writing this but the internal battle still carries the same feelings.
Very true via awareness. The first step is sometimes a fall in itself but once you’re on a path there’s no turning back a fact for which I am occasionally thankful.
Thank you very very much JJ. :)