Poetry

Surfacing.

Piles at my feet, I had been accustomed to my darkness.
Unfamiliar to these surroundings so I carry my shield.
A form of self love to have my heart beaming so much.
My strength was also my weakness and that's what people don't know.
Not supposed to blink an eye right?
I trembled but this time I smiled with these tears in my eyes.
My emptiness was a product from suffering but it became my survival.
I settled for self care.
Not much reminds me of true happiness.
I can create it but my bones remain hungry.
They know the one nutrient they lack.
They reach into unknown parts to try to piece it all together.
The conclusion every time?
Lessons learned but nothing remains.
I always return to the surface.
I learned the good and bad parts of human connection.
Irony of it all is I lack the human connection.
I'll never pull you in closer the way you want me to.
I look at all the people who changed my life.
You played your part to this story of mine.
They leave when they realize but I'm intoxicated with this feeling.
Happiness drips from me, I can barely hold this shield anymore.
These things finally start to make sense.
A snap of fingers and I was no longer scared.