𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑺𝒀❥

words and me

I've always felt words more than others
I've always felt a connection deeper
Between the letters that are pronounced
And the words repeated in my head,
Somewhere in between I'm lead
By the illusions that words decorate
Narrative that it creates
Story that it sells
Emotions,some felt,some unfelt
I remain there with words unsaid.
There's a picture of me in the hands of my mother.
I look at it and wonder,
What happened to her to be so broken and fragile?
Look at her,in that orange dress that I called the dress of Cinderella.
Look at her bright eyes, so stellar.
Who would've thought she would grow up so broken?
What happened to her?
How do I make it up to her?
Have I lost her forever?
People are healing their inner child's
While mine is nowhere even near.
Words have always meant more to me
Even my silly poems about rain I wrote as a child.
Even the first ones in seventh grade when I first tried.
I have those lost friends,
I still hold onto those shared words.
I have lost a friend,
I still hold onto our written words.
Words and I have a strange relation
Words are my refuge,my temporary escape, a beautiful illusion
You may not find the real me in my pictures that no one posts to cheer me
There's an unwritten story between words and me.
-Mithila