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Darkness My Friend

Wrapping me in its black cloak of safety

By Colleen Millsteed Published 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 2 min read
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I’m not scared of the dark, we’d made friends in my youth

Back when I’d be found riding my bike in the backyard,

It found me climbing trees after the sun had gone down

And joined me in trapping fireflies, it was my safeguard.

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The dark would slowly drape its black cloak over the day

As it sauntered through my sunset dressed in its tuxedo,

Escorting me on my last adventure before I headed inside

Watching my back as I fought monsters with my Toledo.

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I would stop and hold my breathe as the dark came near

Loving the wide smile and giggles that were just for me,

It came to me as a friend, just when I needed one most

So I suppose it helped make me into the person you see.

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But for now I have my own strength, not needing support

So the dark is happy to hide away between family time,

And sidewalk hopscotch games, hiding, waiting patiently

Until I am in need of its support, it’s my partner in crime.

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Unfortunately we were better friends when I was a child

I fear we both had to grow up fast, come responsibilities,

All my toy cars, crayons, bicycle and such things put away

But I refused to give up my pet wolves inside running free.

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I’ve always known that I’m different to the rest of the world

Others see the difference in me but they have no idea why,

It’s the way I’m made, born into the friendship of the dark

As it lovingly wraps me in its cloak tenderly night after night.

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I guess it’s because we realise others are made differently

They are sewn together with fairytales and gracious days,

Whereas I am made of sterner stuff, stapled haphazardly

Inside the wild beasts still roam, starting wars as they play.

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Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Mike Singleton - Mikeydred2 years ago

    I could imagine this being accompanied by The Sound of Silence by Disturbed. Great lines,

  • Love the darkness in this poem!

  • Cathy holmes2 years ago

    Very nice, and dare I say, dark.

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