Between darkness and light
what hides in the shadows of
the tear in the membrane
of our soul..
Does our consciousness
Create what hides within
the fear that erodes from
the break in reality..
housing the voice only we can hear
pecking at our minds in hope
that we give in..
We all live between the darkness and the light
In the cold blue black of night..
Which thread of reality should we hold onto
as we slip inside the out
when demons surrounding are too loud..
Perhaps the hush is within
the tears that flow
the glass shards imploding around..
the blood that pumps underground..
inside the shadows of our portable shell
the form in which we hide
from the hands that grasp..
Inside the house behind the door
that we bolt Shut..
to keep the monsters out..
In the pitch black of night
I hold myself on the cold floorboards
and pray to the darkness
in my soul
he’s the only one who will ever know…
©Karen Bain 2016.All Rights Reserved.