I’m reading this book ‘Purple Hibiscus by Adichie Chimamanda’ and I never realized how much it touches home until now.
Of late I’m a shadow, psychologically it’s not healthy but…. Life has just been about me and my significant other.
As much as I try to shut this ugly community out, it forces me to speak out and shout loud.So..
I yarn for darkness, for the angels of the night,
For that is where my shine is, where I find the light.
I speak in silence, not out of fright, but because in your presence, my purpose; my essence,
my shame; my decadence,
my pain; my budden,
my sad face; my sorrow_ness