Isolated in a labyrinth; created by myself.
Here lay the prisms of my dark sides, trapped like the Minotaur.
Back on the ‘real side’ displayed as the good and soft kid; you never heard me roar.
Never saw fire because my eyes always gazed down at the floor.
I’ve hidden here so well in my labyrinth.
No espace from the maze.
I’m holding up the strings weaving them into entanglement.
How long have I been wearing this blur face.
How long will I keep these fake smiles in place.
How will you know me? how will you feel me?
…If my shadows are in prison.
My shadows are not monsters, so why have I called Theseus.
Hold on still; you there, you in the mirror.
I’ll untangle the chains.
Settle the pains.
Shift to new lanes.
Usher in new rains.
Nurture you from what little remains.
I’ll walk with my shadows balancing on the moonlight.
Rise with the owls and sing with the stars.
Long till the nights stay, my shadows and lights play.
Purple Empaths 