Consequence

I picked up my dark side the other night.
She was hiding in the darkest of shadows.
Reliving,
Retelling,
Feeling again all the emotions she pushed aside so many times.
"It's all in the past" I try to reiterate.
It's not.
"It's in every decision,
It's in every action, every consequence
It's in every part of me" she says.
I look at her, trembling, cold, scared.
Holding the shards of herself in her hands like broken glass.
Holding so tight blood trickles from her fingers.
Grasping to herself
As if knowing if she ever let go,
She would be lost.
Lost like ashes in the wind.
So she holds herself together, the best way she can.
Waiting in the shadows
Tiptoeing around the light.