The Dark Side

If you are looking for someone who writes of butterflies 

and happy places, puppy dogs and children’s faces,

   that would not be me;

there are thorns in the garden concealed on the roses,

and wasps that are ready to sting...

The dark side stays hidden where truth is forbidden.

So speak to me of the overcast sky, the rain and the wind,

the heartache that’s never forgotten…

and don’t line me up to repent for your sins;

the face that I show you is not who I am,

you know naught the trials I’ve carried within

nor the dark, empty paths that I’ve trodden.

© Ginny Brannan 2020

Butterfly girl by Akaeya-Lovely at Deviant art