How does it feel, to walk out of my life one day
like lightning, bolting out of the closed gates,
bringing me to my knees, drowning in crystal tears,
so clear that it reflects the darkness that looms inside,
a darkness that eats me alive like tall flames.
And now after I've found my peace,
right after feeling the soft, pure air you left behind,
after I've gotten back on my feet and built a garden inside my soul,
after the looming smoke has long turned to stardust,
sparkling on my skin, bathing me in its glow,
you, now a faraway dream
knock on the gates once more, as if you'd never left.
As if time had stopped in its chaos and the clocks had just began to tick again.
But the gates
Are open for the pure hearts who will stay unconditionally, who will grip my hands tight and keep me afloat
above the sea of shattered hopes,
whether my soul be a blooming garden
or a cloudless desert where one endlessly roams.
Something you'll never do
and won't be expected to.
Keep standing outside,
under the scorching sun where heat waves simmer your regrets,
in the dead of night when the crickets chirp wild,
or through soul-blistering downpour.
The gates are closed.
You've walked out like it's nothing,
now you're nothing to me anymore.
Tell me through the metal barricades,
Can you accept the fate you've been longing for?
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Chrysalis at Dawn
Poetrya simple but heartfelt poetry collection on moving on and new beginnings. it's okay to let go. it's okay to heal. it's okay to start all over again. *.✧ flutter away, the right ones will stay.
