The light slowly faded out...
Out from her eyes...
You could tell by the way she would talk.
Excited at first but then as she would go on she would realize...
Was it even worth it anymore?
Speaking the words out loud?
Her voice steadily slowed to a stop.
Letting herself bask in the sound of the absence of her words
Feeling empty and
Confused
When was the last time she could speak a full sentence
Without feeling all of her energy being pulled out of her within the first few spoken words
She spends hours locked away
Trying to think of what she could do
To make herself different
To make herself a way
That she has never been.
Because she's never been the type
To carry on conversation
Or start one really
Because she has always been talked over
Or talked down to
Or never listened to and all she wants is someone to listen to what she has to say
But she doesn't know how to
How to communicate because she's afraid of everyone and their opinions and that she might not be..
Good enough...
Not good enough to respond to
Not good enough to think about
Not good enough to even tell her she's not good enough
A forgotten whisper in the din of the world.
Whose flame was extinguished long ago, and is now just a pile of ashes that was stepped on scattered by the devastation of someone falling out of love with her.
Of someone who got bored of her.
Of someone who she will never not be in love with.
Yes she loves other people
But never how she loved him
Because my dear, there is a difference of being in Kobe and loving someone.
You can love everybody
You can love everything
You can love the sky and the trees
You can love the stars and the moon you can love the light
But you can never be in love with them the way you can be in love with him
He helped her voice travel
He brought out the screaming pleasures of life and the throat burning yells of happiness
He taught her how to speak again and speak loudly she did
She fell in love with the one who made her say what she felt and what she wanted.
But then came the rain
Then came the strong bastard winds that helped extinguish the burning light that was inside of her
And with every gust of wind her flame became smaller and weaker.
And eventually..
She was just a memory of a burning fire that had been changed into smoldering ashes.
More vulnerable than before.
The remaining spirals of smoke vanished into thin air the day she realized...
The light is gone
I cannot speak
I cannot find the words
Or the motivation
To try and escape the dark.
YOU ARE READING
The Light
PoetryA book of simple poetic pieces that come from the heart. There isn't much punctuation in this one. Read it the way you feel. Read it like spoken poetry if you'd like. Be aggressive, be sad, cry when you read it. But please, don't feel nothing, becau...
