One of my best writings

I was having coffee with one of my artist friends the other day, and we got to talking about poetry. Y'all, I am not a poet. It's just that every now and again, well, that particular bug bites.

I was telling her about this one....whatever you call it. I wrote it many years ago, during a dark period in my life when I was afraid to write, because I was afraid whatever I said would be either misconstrued or used against me. I hadn't thought about it in a long time until the other day, and I shared it with her.

And that made me think, hey! I should share it with you! So here. I hope you like it. :)



I shiver. I cannot see. I wait for my eyes to adjust to the unrelenting blackness, but they do not. They cannot. My hands shake. I reach out my hand, wanting to touch something, yet afraid I might. My hand reaches on. Grasping. For what, I do not know. Something...anything. I hug myself. Think...think. I am strong. I know I am strong. Why can't I think? A dream. "Wake," I whisper. Nothing. I begin screaming, "Wake! Wake!" Still nothing. Softly, softly a voice whispers, "It doesn't have to be this way." All is still. A little louder, "You have the power." Slowly, ever so slowly, thoughts, blessed thoughts, beginning to form in my head. "I have the power," I whisper, unbelieving. "I have the power!" I repeat. Something is different. Ever so softly, the blackness eases. Slowly, shadows appear. Shadows! Light! Hope! Only...it is still too dark to see. The world is misty. I rub my eyes, desperately wanting to see clearly. Knowing there is something to see, something I need to see. Searching, I will my eyes to focus...focus. But the world remains elusive. "I have the power!" I scream again, but it is not enough. More is needed. More what? "Think!" I command myself. Thoughts form. Thoughts! I can think! My eyes finally focus. I can see my surroundings. Something is beside me, whimpering. It is Confidence. I had not heard her before, but she is weeping now. She is broken...bloody....beaten. I wash her wounds with my tears. I fuse her bones with my will. I heal her bruises with my strength. I brush her hair and dress her in my finest gown. Sunshine envelops her, and she is beautiful. She heals my heart with her smile. Warms my soul with her laughter. She fades, and I am frightened. I turn to the mirror. The grey mist is gone, and I can finally see clearly. She is me.