A dark shadow of my heart
whispers about a plunge into ignorance.
Its dagger stabs me deep.
My heart breaks and I hear myself cry.
It is in my trembling voice
while I’m talking about other things.
I become use to it
and no longer question its existence.
I dance the best I can
moving in energy that haunts me.
Gracefulness does not serve me
for blood spilt on the floor is slippery.
Thankfully, red looks good on me.
This play is so enticing some days it sizzles.
From a distance, I’m a star studded diamond
but even a diva gets tired.
In quiet my mind studies the script and envisions the play.
Taking in a deep breath it slowly releases itself;
Anxiety becomes an edgy knife slicing filmstrip.
I stand as director and fire the actors!
Time to revise the script
and play a new role.
My lips are crimson red my heels spiked.
Black Lashes are long and eyeliner thick.
A blue wig sits seductively on my head,
I coo… I love you and forgive you. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done.
Please forgive me. Now excuse me,
I hear my cue and the spotlight is waiting.
