The Cloak

You came upon me like a blanket suddenly

thrust upon a flame

to smother me

to choke me

to quench me

I ran with you clinging to me

Covering me

Shrouding my path in darkness

burning me out

A caricature of a ghost

I failed to shrug you from my shoulders

I had to learn to see again

From the shadows you cast

The colours, the light, the road ahead

I had to accept you.

18 thoughts on “The Cloak

  1. Erika Kind says:

    Amazing, how you described that, Janey! I love that line: “I had to learn to see again” What other are cloaks for if not to take something from them. There is always something in for us we benefit of in the end. Something we would have never gained without it.

  2. The V-Pub says:

    Well done, Janey! It’s been a while since you’ve posted poetry, and I think that you are a wonderful poetess. Yup. I had to look up that word to see if it was real. It’s quite enigmatic, but sense redemption in your words.

    • janeybgood says:

      Poetess… I love that word! I am my own worst critic and felt embarrassed posting this up, but it had been in my drafts for a while so I just got rid of it, in a sense.
      There definitely is something positive in it all. It certainly helped to write it anyway! Thanks for commenting!

  3. Chelly says:

    wow…I feel like that totally relates to me and my chronic migraines. It’s dark and chilling, yet somehow manages to be positive… like, wow!😀 I have accepted the fact that I could be sick for the rest of my life, and that I could get worse again. While some people in my life think that’s a negative way of thinking, or that it means I’ve given up, to me, it just means I can learn to live a happy life, despite everything that goes wrong, or even when things are going well, I can appreciate that too, how ever long it lasts. But anyways,😀 thanks for showing us, I love it! x

    • janeybgood says:

      I totally agree with you. I think it’s when we accept what we cannot change, and adapt, that we become stronger. I know how debilitating and crippling migraines can be. I can’t imagine having to deal with them on a continual basis but when we are faced with these challenges, we just have to learn.
      I never ask ‘why me’ about my depression because there is no point. I know that I have it, that I have to live with it and that I can. That’s what matters.
      As usual, great comment!

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