Staring Down Myself

In the darkness of my room I sit on bended knees. Eyes shut I try not to force it. Tell myself to let it come. I pillage the dark crevices of my mind. The past is elusive. It hides itself in the muddled voices of shame and denial. Everywhere it treads it leaves it's tracks. Deep scars and tightened chests. It begs to be followed. I sit in silence poised to ambush. I carry no weapons because I seek not to kill but to understand. Both of us before each other in complete nakedness. In the illuminant light of perfect clarity it asks me to come to terms. To accept. Drape it around my shoulders like a trophy.