dark places

beneath the leaden shawl of self doubt
lurks poisoned potion of long witheld
acceptance of abuse and soul crushing
denial of ego constraining complacency
marking out the shame of victimhood
 
dark places visit my mind to amplify
a scream which travels on and on
wrecking into the confidence of past
where thought was reassured with love
but now undermined in worthlessness

           though
.          yet again somehow
           the spirit of my beloved blackbird sings
           to the eve of the day
           and life within it's tortured field
           holds a promise
           from i know not where
           but to question such...
           finds those darkened places
           where i shy away
           seeking light
           from yesteryear's delight...
           though fool be I
           to linger there