I am quiet, resting with my soul
The shadows come out and play again.
I sit still, hoping they do not find me.
The dark arms reaching out at me,
working to draw me in again
to lose my mind.
The shadows push and pull at me,
they take over my body and brain.
The secrets whisper, unbidden,
again to my mind. I lose of myself,
within the arms of those shadows.
They do not comfort.
They take me, happy and willing.
And again, I lose my mind.
Avatar photo in memory of my younger brother Makar.
"Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."~~~Martin Luther King Jr., 1963