ON THIS PLANET, IT HAS BEEN DARK FOR AGES.
NOT EVEN OUR GRANDPARENTS HAD SEEN LIGHT.
AND AS I WAS WALKING IN THE STREET WONDERING HOW LIGHT WOULD LOOK,
I SAW IT BUT NOT IN THE FORM I EXPECTED IT TO BE.
I EXPECTED IT TO BE AN OBJECT CREATING THE BLINDING LIGHT BUT IT WASN'T;
IT WAS... A GIRL.
SHE WALKED ON THE OTHER SIDE ON THE ROAD WITH A SMILE LIKE NOTHING HAS EVER BEEN DARK AT ALL.
AND I COULD FINALLY SEE THE WORLD.
I NEVER KNEW IT WOULD BE SO...
BEAUTIFUL.
I NEVER SAW HER AGAIN AFTER THAT BUT THE LIGHT STILL REMAINS
BECAUSE THE LIGHT BECAME
ME.
-A
YOU ARE READING
*SCREAMING IN SILENCE*
PoetryTHIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)
