Darkness My Friend
Wrapping me in its black cloak of safety
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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