by Darcey Ann Marie
My bedroom
Used to be
Curtain-less
Totally
Exposed
Sleepless space
Filled with woes.
With just
A pair
Of flimsy sheers
Filtering
Distorting
Hiding
My fears.
That which was
Outside
The thin
Fragile
Glass
Letting in
Both light
And darkness
That came
To pass.
Pushing in.
Exposing.
Painfully transposing.
Tonight
I have curtains.
Tonight
I have
Power.
I close them
I open them
From high
In my tower.
I choose
What comes in
I choose
What is seen,
I choose
My fortress
And
Everything
In between.
Naked
On my bed
As I lay
Here
And write.
My voice
My choice.
I close them.
I open them.
Darkness,
No
Light.
