Dark Sprite (for LOS)
What dark sprite pursues you down those corridors of ice, that endless, lead to nowhere but the fear within your heart?
Dare you name the creature that has stolen your joy, and insatiable in its fury ever thirsts for more?
We remember you in the golden time, before the fall, when your soul untrammelled flew among the stars.
Please don’t go away; don’t leave us only with memories of your fierce dark mind, the mysteries you create, the paths you tread where none has gone before.
And the why:
Every time I read this poem I bawl my eyes out. The poem is about my daughter and the problems that caused her to leave the family home. Over a number of years her personality changed from being happy, optimistic, outgoing and over-achieving to being the total opposite of those qualities. She began to self-mutilate; she began to have various extremely frightening delusions (frightening for her as well as for other family members). Despite psychiatric help and a range of medications, her state of mind has failed to improve. We suspect that she has experienced sexual abuse at some point in her life, but she has always denied that very strongly. To this day, we don’t know what caused her to change, we don’t know why, we don’t know what, we don’t know where to go from here — and neither do her counselors and psychiatrists. The “dark sprite” in the poem represents the thing that “stole her joy” and continues to pursue her to this day.