In a Dark Time (MODIFIED)
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In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood—
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks—is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.
A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is—
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.
Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen woman, a girl no more, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.
Reality sunk in, no longer was I the pure innocent girl, the one who dreamed of giving away that she cherished the most to the man that would take care of her, nourish her and capture her hearts contempt. My privacy, my ownership over the one thing that belonged entirely to me was taken away, abused, diminished, no longer there. With that, a huge burden marked with my existence, for I was no longer myself, but someone else...
What was I?
An average girl?
A whore?
I was no longer innocent, but then again, why did I have high pride? I had no family, no more friends, no one knew who I was! I was trapped here, and no one would ever come to realise who I am. Amazing how the world was spontaneous and oh so cruel.
I have no more standards, especially whilst living with my captor, he who sulked in the corner, sober, understanding what he did.
I gawked at him, my spirit slowly leaving my body, not a care in the world, my legs, my arms slowly resurrecting themselves to life, wanting the opposite, to slowly wither away, desiccate.
My heart fumbled, a loud knock was heard at the door, I tremble with fear. A consistent harsh knocking, promising to break the door down.
Hope.
They found me, my heart beats faster, someone knows I'm here, Noah looks up, tears strolling down his face.
Lost.
Finally
Freedom!
Police? Family?
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