tears of a dragon

 
the dark stare restlessly into my soul
looking for a way back...

there was no doorway or entrance in
it was locked out for a time
and it wept great tears of grief
 
the little girl in me...
its only friend,  
has been that way since age one
when mamma checked out...
her mind gone... she talked fluent darkness
it's the first language I learned
 
and it protected me,  
at the playground late at night
while Ted Bundy hunted
I stay undercover...
the dark doesn't hunt its own
we grew together this entity and me
 
I know it intimately...
like my very own shadow
except this one has feelings
it watches over me protectively
....silently guards  
 
the truth is...pain shaped my soul
it wore down my rough edges
showed me the ways of compassion
 
because even a demon...  
cries sometimes