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Let the Dark Stay


I will sit with the dark and let it have me

each breath is my offering to keep it here,

my body is a table so now it can feed

take every dead bone and wrestle it dry.

When the curtains close, let them stay shut

dampen all colour, I don’t need the glare,

a hollow room may welcome this mind

I am here and I am holding the dark.

Both hands carry days now tangled and torn

those simple tasks that wouldn’t lie still,

every cursed hour that dragged me under

they are here, hearing my rage.

Don’t try and find me to untie these ropes

blurring the bite will only feed this pain,

keep the door closed to secure my fight

I am here and I am holding the dark.

Background: The dark is everything that comes with being disabled, but I accept it.

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