![]() The Dark Room: PerspectiveA Poem by Kimberlee![]() Enjoy![]() The Dark Room Perspective
I woke up today and laid in my bed for hours, not thinking or comprehending anything. I stared at my plush blanket which sat in the corner across, the room and watched faces morph out of creases and folds.
Furry. Little. Evil. Faces.
I shouldn’t call them that…evil. Evil is subjective " a word we use to describe things that scare us or go contrary to our beliefs and values.
Fear.
No, if I close my eyes they can transform into something more amiable " something beautiful. There’s something beautiful in finding something non-living to have a persona.
To be alive. To be real.
I shut my eyes and decide to call one of the faces nearest to me Dorothy. Dorothy is neither male nor female, or for any matter in between. Dorothy is the absence of all dark and all light. It has no subjective value. So I tell Dorothy that I will make it beautiful. In between the stars of my pupils forms the vision of a great figure- transposing. From abstract to existence, is fuses itself to idea of attraction, joy, and love.
Always nothing, Always something.
Shutters open as I come to, and there it is " the face of Dorothy smiling and great, And not so hideous or threatening after all. Only because I changed her with my mind. © 2015 KimberleeAuthor's Note
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