Embrace the broken, dark places
Embrace the broken, dark places,
my shadow whispers, dancing with glee as only a shadow can,
pulling me toward the places we pretend are fixed;
embrace the broken, dark places; they will bite you one hundred thousand times
or, if you do not embrace, you will die one hundred thousand deaths of self
for me? I choose to embrace and be bitten one hundred thousand times,
for at least I know I’ve tried
to fix what can never be fixed,
so draw your weapon, choose your poison,
embrace or die,
for I am not the only one among us all,
it is the many who dance the shadow dance of the broken, dark places
we pretend are fixed.
Shadow Soul/Machine Dreams
The soul of an inanimate object she says, going 90 down 93
hugging the outside curve like a lover with four wheels,
while solitary oak leaves sway tentatively,
as if they’ll fall in the threatening wind,
but the oak is built to last. Its leaves never die.
Leaves turn brown but remain on the life-giving tree.
They are my shadow soul.
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Comments: 58
Dark and unforgiving, loving yet hateful.
Well spoken pieces here.
Deep understanding in these well worded poems.
Well put, Kathryn.
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Thanks so much for showing this wonderful side to your writing.
Angela, I just write what pops into my noggin, my dear....different things at different times, days....but always, it is whatever pops....in pops out and onto the screen...
93, hopefully without the three beers. I relate to being part of the machine at times.