Endings never require
A willing participant.
Instead, they come like a thief in the night,
Prepared to drag you across the plain of a desert,
All for the sake
Of starting something new.
Endings break our hearts:
Smashing a hammer to our dreams
And laying siege to history,
To a future that was never promised.
Endings endure because
We suddenly forget how to breathe—
Only how to drown on the floor,
Choking and sobbing,
Sputtering, shaking.
Endings are the aha moment,
The point of realization—
The grand finale.
The sudden burst of lifeless confetti,
Of deflated party streamers,
And dimly lit moon-bound lanterns.
Endings are final.
Resolute. Permanent. Inevitable.
Endings are the curveballs.
Endings anticipate fear,
Building collateral damage
Like a hand grenade on a battlefield.
Endings are revolutionary.
But it's far easier to read the history
Of bleeding appendages,
Of croaked last breathes,
Of ash and war-torn souls,
Than it ever is to see that you and I are the revolution;
That only one will be remembered in the book of our legacy.
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Castles in the Sky
PoetryThis poetry and short prose collection is for the shadow girls: the girls who feel like a husk of their former selves; who dream of better days and brighter skies; who wonder if their shadows will ever truly fade with time. Content Warnings: Anxiety...
