Silence woke me today. The darkness became even darker and jolted me from my sleep. I looked outward, pillow in my peripheral, still and silent. Afraid to move.
The feeling of oppression lingers. Heaviness that labors my breathing lays atop my chest. It feels like my heart is barely beating at times, then it begins thumping wildly. It’s about to burst. I can hear it pounding in my ear drums. I can feel it’s frightened rhythm banging on my brain.
There’s a shadow in the pitch black and it stares at me. I feel it and wonder when she’ll leave me as I lay petrified there, in shock.
I recognize her essence, lonely-dark and angry. She’s fearful, lost, and worthless. Broken without bandage.
Her eyes, they never open, though they’ve seen it all. All terrifying, awful-dark. Like a black hole absorbing light.
She’s trapped within her memories. Too afraid to peer past the lids of her eyes. Afraid to make any more.
So much evil from out there has entered her. Her hatred can’t be contained. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone but unfathomable cruelty left ugly stains on her, inside of her tiny soul.
She’s confused and locked inside that space. Desperate for freedom but unfamiliar with it. She wonders if what she is used to might be safer than the new place.
I’d like to tell her what sunshine feels like when it rests upon her shoulders but I can’t explain her out of there. She’s hiding for a reason. We’re all liars who can’t be trusted. We’re dangerous and she’s afraid.
We need to stay away from her so she can learn to break the shadows that swallowed her. They’ve been chewing her up but she’s one to savor. There’s no gulping her down as she keeps changing flavors. She won’t give up her fight.
I could never leave her there, but over time she’s needed less of me. As I grew she used my energy. She stepped back and further away. Wishing me the best as the distance grew between us. I’ll never say goodbye. I refuse to chase her away.
Her presence still alarms me as she appears inside these desperate nights. But, now her visits are brief and haunting, meant to remind me of things inside of me that I left behind and despise.
She’s going to be hiding in that corner, in my shadow as I walk away. But, I’ve outgrown the need for her company, and she sees her future in what I have become while she’s visiting from that other plane. Her view of me now may be the only reason that I never did give up.
I’m sad when I see her over there. I’m afraid I’ll let her in. But she doesn’t claw at my feet anymore or beg for me to hold her. She doesn’t cry when I won’t pick her up and allow her to cling to my skin.
I think she’s here tonight so I’ll remember. A warning. A memory. A ghost that lives beside me.
Beside me, outside of me, resides with me, alongside of me. No longer inside of me where she doesn’t belong.
That shadow, darker than black, that used to rush toward me. She stands still now sending me forceful feelings but no longer impresses, only refreshes the stalwart soul we share.
I still want her to open her eyes so that I can see the gray and green in them, but history and this story would change completely if she did. We like how it is here now.
Even with her lingering there, longing, lonely, and lost. We like it here, with her sightless gaze upon me, wordless. She’s too sleepy for those but her exhaustion never applied to her emotions. They are effortlessly expressed between the two of us.
She’s quiet. My aura silenced her. My eyes closed as I felt hers opening. We smile together as I rock us both to sleep using the hope that we divide.
There she goes. Here I am. Neither of us know where we are headed. Only one of us knows where we’ve been. Both glean necessary strength from the other in weakness. Both living parallel and separate lives. Completely connected. Absolutely independent.
Now, I slip back into the space between awake and asleep where I am able to clearly see every part of me. I wish I could hold a pen in this place. I wish I could remember all I see before I fall in too far. But the feelings I gather while visiting there, they leave a lasting mark.
The dark little me in the corner and I, we’ll meet again, another day. She always sensed she was needed though she never knew by whom. Now she realizes clearly, though, as she falls back to sleep, here, in her room.