January  2017 - shadow self
It gets a little dark
when I hearken my heart
and discard my thoughts
so I weigh both.
I play both
pro and con on repeat
like the love songs
that climb under my sheets
with me at night,
tempting my might.
I might, go dark
if I only took heed to my heart.
If I only took heed to that part
that fuels me to replicate the images
my mind curates of dates marked on
no physical calendar but I still
happen to remember, like December 20th.
But the more I neglect my shadow
the more it goes wild for respect.
And the more I pretend to be wholesome
all the more savage I get.