"Shadows" -Angie Millgate 2008In the shadows of my mind I see remnants of a heart that once beat strongly, soundly and wholly for you. The darkness there holds onto the laughter and the loving and spews it forth in the night when I sleep... vulnerable, open and unguarded. The memories walk out from the darkness of the shadows in my mind into the light of my dreams where they taunt me and remind me of what once was and will never be again.
"Queen" - Angie Millgate 2008If I look again, I see shelves that have been unlit for lifetimes. Times where I gave up a part of me to please others. Times where I surrendered my love for the goodness of the kingdom. Times where I fought as the warrior queen for her people, with her people. Times where they came to me to be healed and to be loved, to be accepted and to be sheltered. Times of victories lived long ago and forgotten in the Now.
"Sweeping Darkness" -Angie Millgate 2008And there. Deep, deep in the shadows. So far back and hidden and cowering in the corner behind the darkest shelf of dark thoughts. There lies the memories of pain so intense and heartbreak so disbelievable. There are the aches of bruised bones and burning eyes. The toxic fears brought on in a violent sweep through the life of one too gentle to face such horrors. There is where the shivering begins and intensifies until it rattles me to the ends of who I am. The memories that haunt me on dark, windy roads and wait to accost me in moments I least expect an invasion. It is all stored there, that which I think is long gone but is not. It is just there... waiting... seething... reaching toward the light of my present mind... haunting me.
"Sacred Light" -Angie Millgate 2008And because the shadows of my mind only harbor that which once was, which no longer serves me other than to remind me that I have lived lifetimes of experiences, I bring my focus back to the surface where there is light and where there is Now. And begin anew in the light, knowing that it is there where I live. And that, although those demons and dark shelves lurk there in the distance, in the shadows, it is here in the open, in the Now, in the present that I live.
