Aching in Places Shadowed

You always take us on a journey with your poetry, when reading this I was pulled into your thoughts and sat beside you. Great imagery as usual from you and great story telling. A real depth to this. Love it
great write.

MaryAnne,
It is no secret that I always love your poems because of how different each one is, yet always has that something special and that delicateness that you always get across whatever type of write you are penning.

It seizes you when you are pulling out of the parking space,
swerving to avoid the curb, as you try to keep it together
for the person driving behind you...

^^Now, I loved this opening, as you didn't directly state what it was that seizes you, but from the genre and the tone in this stanza, I am thinking that you are talking about thoughts and feelings, emotions that just hit you at the wrong moments...I loved how you used driving, and hitting the curb, and this really provoked a gasp from my lips...it was just really cleverly worded...and made me think of how you try and stay on the right tack in life, but things drag you back, or mislead you, and you have to be strong for other people...maybe I am far off but that is what I took from this stanza.

but it's near twilight, and they can't even see your face.

^^Darkness, night-time...It is the worst time for me, and that brought something personal to the poem for me, because I feel that I get lost in those hours, the darkness and the thoughts inside that just keep going round,
and how no one can see, so that is the best time to let it out, to fall, as you were.

You push your drying hair left and right,
wanting to pull the roots out while wanting someone
to brush it aside and see the lines of your eyes
for what they really are- pleas.

^^This was a beautiful yet sad image, of wanting to cause yourself harm but for someone to see your pain, not to be alone, that was really emotionally charged, and it hit me, how many times, I tug at my hair when I'm anxious, and how when I was younger, I loved having it brushed, it made me feel calm and relaxed.

I thought I hated the night...
I don't, I don't have it in me to have that much rage
because right now I don't welcome loathing,
only to my secret self.

^^The hate for yourself is greater than anything, and while the night causes you to think and to crumble, you don't hate it, because it is you that causes it, it is you that has these thoughts and things...I know how it is to hate yourself so badly, and anything else, just isn't worth the anger.

The night tires you, emotionally.
I stay awake until gone midnight because then I know I am in control of that first hour, and when I sleep through midnight, I feel like I've lost control when I wake in the morning, and the day never goes well, and maybe even when I don't sleep, the day still causes me upset but at least I know I was in control at the beginning, it is a hard thing for me to explain, but the night does just draw the emotion.

The ending was really powerful, how you imagine what you are doing, those thoughts, it's just time, and you are having that conversation with nothing, nothing answers it...

This struck a chord, and I loved the title, the ache that you let out in the dark when no one can see.

Sorry for the ramble here and there, and hope I made sense...anyway, this was a really great write as all your pieces are.

xx