See there is this world,
many do not ever understand
a place of shadows,
shattered dreams that leaves shards
to be again, found aligned,
the energy to recreate such imagery,
often for some, unforeseeable –
impulse takes over,
leads the way down dark caverns
of illicit response to needs,
the waking is always the most difficult part.
well they can be sweet, endearing even,
offering hugs, solace, understanding,
though the victim or participant
whichever you wish to call the human being
on a given day,
internally might appear spastic to an
wrapped around the utter chaos of their lives.
In shadowed dreams we protect ourselves.
*photo found on Pinterest