These little abandonments
a disregarding of self,
unacknowledged needs
each flicked away
as though a speck of dust
Slowly I begin to die inside
notes in my throat
take up
residence
until the whole
octave crowds out
the chords
that would escape my lips
reclaiming,
claiming
the space I
would,
do
occupy.
Pulling my head out
of the sand
hoping to see the light
instead of
the darkness
the darkness
the reason I buried it
it was dark there, too
far darker
immersed as I was
in shadow
so dark
slowly, my vision
adjusted
a dance of light
and shadow
and I see with clarity
my reflection
my projection
what is mine
what is not
what is true
what is not
the courage
to face the sorrow
the pain
the heartache
the suffering
to feel intensely
the joy
the pleasure
the ecstasy
the peace
all of my own creation.