A Page From My Journal

The Chair
Shadows play upon the walls of my heart,
giving me brief glimpses of knowledge that
something else I'm not aware of is there.

©2006-2011 ~venaglia

They allude to darker sides of myself

that are only illuminated when the spotlight

is shown on them.

silhouettes on the wall,
nothing of substance in
my grasp ... yet.
How do you combat shadows

any more than you can

talk to a character in a book,

see the wind,

or fight the ghost of an old memory

Shadows play upon the walls of my heart,

leaving me nothing but the sense

I'm not getting something just out of my grasp,

but not out of my sight

Tantalizing and torturing at the same time,

leaving me alone in my Chair.

Sunni G.

Copyright © 2011 Mere I.M.A.G.G.E.