Clarity isn’t Clear


Clarity isn’t clear
It’s filled with the dust of what I didn’t know before
When I was hiding beneath the shroud I called comfort
Trapped inside, I still couldn’t find what I desired
The fear never left; it surrounded me
Puncturing my skin like barbed wire
Each prick reminding me that pain demands to be felt
Safety is an illusion that I couldn’t wrap myself in

I clawed through the barrier I built for protection
Grasping the hands of my demons as they pulled me out
The grey dinginess danced in circles
Enclosing me in its sharp embrace
There it was, glaring at me
My clarity, I had found it at last
That the darkness resides within me
I live there now

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