Parting Poem by Midnight Clarity

I write a lot of pretty things
designed to weave
a silken cord about your mind
a hook to let you taste a part
of who and what I am
the changes in the shadows,
in the light, are facets of the whole,
all true and yet not truth
for I am fire and ice
a gentle cruelty that dances
on the edge of pain
then stumbles back
before blood flows
to stain the tapestry,
I am yes and no
depending on the flavour
of the question
for my beliefs are strong
well formed but not yet
frozen into stone.
I am peace and chaos
order rising into being
and then falling
into moments
of confusion asking why
and why not in a breath
that doesn’t falter
as I turn and walk away
from the deep heartbreaking
silence, so loud it drowns
the echoes of my tears.