Revealing Darkness In A Painful Light

Dawn143 By Dawn143, 21st Feb 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This is a poem in response to psychiatrist Carl Jung's quote: "Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people." Recognizing, acknowledging, revealing to others our mistakes can be the most devastating and liberating experiences we may encounter. Without acknowledging our weaknesses can we ever really rise above them?

Revealing Darkness in A Painful Light

He walks the steps of a tottering babe
against the backdrop--walls of turbulent concrete.
His eyes are soulless, his heart pierces shards of cold
self-deprecation seeks to hide the light
tenebrific whispers--little devils pinch the mind.

His folly follows and hides a shallow grave
that catches his feet and trips his steps.
But still he prods the circling path--worn
like rusted pulleys drag truth--till it's edges fray

Where, where am I in the cloistering dark,
that cloaks the shadows with seeing eyes?
Peering from the eaves and darkened corners
I seek a guise and turn from my fate.
Familiarity pricks my conscious with charred memories--
grown musty and smudged by repetitive denial.

Seeing without perceiving,
acting without doing
my heart follows the tired footprints
of a man fallen blind to his mistakes.
I walk in effulgent streaks that fade
when the claustrophobic pitch drops its veil
and I'm revealed.

My eyes are scored by sharpened rays of sun
that with gnarled fingers point and mock at my deceit.
Fleeing from the piercing sound
that rings my heart with regret,
an understated modicum of myself flickers
within the practicing degenerate.

Striking out like cornered prey
that seeks the fury of escape
I trap the stirring fear against my soul
while searching for the answer
I'm clinging to the darkness
a subterfuge masking my feeble control.

Will I turn the page?
Or like stuck leaves cling tightly--hold
as time and age a glue adheres
lying doggo in the wizened marrows of my past.

Will I sacrifice my preservation
with enlightened eyes break myself for truth.
To fill the cracked and wounded hearts
whose paths stumble as if a drunken haze
my soul stricken by the wrong
I to wear on my sleeve to offer hope.

While I am still haunted in the black
my paths are marked by tears of pain
that like winnowing arrows mark paths to death
debacles lead to billowing shame.

To step out of the shadows of my fear
and show the ill-begotten scars of my demise
I strive to bring about a realization of truth
that my previous facade--vehemently denies.


Blame, Carl Jung, Darkness, Death, Pain, Paths, Shadows, Shame, Winnowing

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author avatar Dawn143
My real passion is writing poetry, but I also have begun to dabble in writing a children's story and a fictional novel. I also like finding fun facts about animals, I enjoy researching similar areas.

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author avatar Kingwell
21st Feb 2015 (#)

Very impressive! Thank you for sharing.

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author avatar Carol Roach
22nd Feb 2015 (#)

very deep, excellent poem

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author avatar Dawn143
22nd Feb 2015 (#)

Thank you for your lovely comments! I appreciate them immensely!

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
22nd Feb 2015 (#)

Powerful, evocative, thanks Dawn. We should evaluate ourselves, our feelings, fears, before we try to understand where others are coming from - siva

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author avatar Shamarie
22nd Feb 2015 (#)

Outstanding! I love how you paint a picture with your words so vividly, Dawn! I enjoyed reading your poem a lot. Thanks for sharing!

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author avatar Utah Jay
26th Feb 2015 (#)

Very deep and thought provoking, you have a talent with words, not to just put them in some kind of order, but to paint pictures within the mind of the reader...This is an art many do not have and few achieve.

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author avatar snerfu
9th Apr 2015 (#)

Very nicely put, knowing the darkness is half the battle towards light. Nice poem.

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