Pisaries Creator

I waited for darkness to wrap me in its arms.

When it spit me out like rotting flesh, I could not
believe how much my prayers were unheard and
my pleas unanswered day after long day.

How could this be, that I, as a worthy woman 
was continued to be denied. 

Growing up similar to those around me seemed 
to matter none. I still had not heard from above.

I did not know which way my life pivoted and
I would be lying if I said I was not scared of
the unknown faces and untouched minds of below.

The impressionable future fingers grew up among
the trees. My eyes looked to the clouds for peace. 
This feeling never lasted long, but I got enough relief 
to last me for a while.

I eventually had to search for more.

In this darkness, I continued finding what gave me
strength and silent hope. 

In the narrow slits of the empty alleyways, I did 
not take my eyes off the coveted prize of truth.

I wanted a monster to grab me, but the darkness 
rejected my wish. My mercy was ignored and all desires
disappeared into the city waterways.

I waited for darkness to dispatch me to another place.
Life or death or anything in between the two.
I did not want to ever return.