darkling

 
confine your thoughts inside your breast
let them build deep within
twist, turn and mature
 
inside yourself value pain
it hurts to come of age
dwelling in the hurt
pouring through the years...tears
 
melancholy rages through your veins
spikes the anger and jealousy is born
understanding your grief is wisdom
flavoring your soul are your feelings
 
I am a being of great darkness with an eye for beauty
I long patiently for growth
it comes and I let go as it spills forth
 
tasting the night I stand and fight
then realize I am becoming
a child of great honor
 
a woman of substance