Eye’s upon the floor my feet walked in a whisper.
Hair upon my face my lips spoke in silence.
Skin beneath my clothes my body was a vessel.
Silence in my mind my soul was empty.
Darkness in my heart was my only light.
Hiding from the world was my only salvation.
Tears of frustration my only relief.
It took everything I had to walk to this beat.
Fear, the cast iron shackles.
Fear, the iron the bars.
Fear, the obstacles of life.
Fear…the sharpened knife I used to cut away
the puppeteers strings.
Fear, keeps me in the shadows.
Fear, keeps me hidden from sight.
Fear, the nightmare that haunts me on the darkest nights.
Fear, the self regulated ego for belief in the worth of the self
is invalid when whispered from my tongue
in the darkness of my self induced shadows.
Karen Hayward ©2015