Drawn Closer

Deep black silhouette
appearing in me. I
hear the wild, silent scream and
am drawn closer to that dark angel,
who calls to me in the night
I perform the act, dance on this stage,
paint the raw feelings on the
empty page of my own skin

If you could see this
overwhelming anger. All the hurt,
all the pain,
would you understand where
I’m coming from, would you
understand where I’ve been?

I think this mess would only
break you – like it does me –
or maybe it would only make you see
that after all these days, all these years
After all this time spent fighting
I’m still never truly free.

© Wendy Bradley, 27 October 2004 (4:15 a.m.)