Floodlights

I used to think it was the darkness
That put her in a bad place
I’ve only now come to realize
It’s the lights that flood her existence
That seem to haunt her

As soon as they come on
She looks for the spots the lights don’t reach
So she can crawl there, covered by the warmth and cover of darkness

While some crave movement and sound,
She is satiated by the emptiness and fullness of silences

Alone, she can negotiate between the different women that make her

Undisturbed,
She filters the orchestra of thoughts
Into varying octaves

Allowing each to sing her tune

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Ndanu
    Dec 14, 2015 @ 22:06:46

    Sometimes womanhod is negotiating betwixt the light and dark…

    Reply

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