Why is it going dark again?
Why am I breaking again?
I thought this was over
I thought it was done
I thought the hell left me
Even if that reminder had remained.
I am simply breaking?
Is there is nothing I can do to stop it?
Perhaps I'm cracking to shine,
brighter than the last time.
Maybe my color is changing with me
I believe this may happen a few more times.
But how many times before I can no longer shine?
When will it be that I break for the final time?
If I hold on harder will the dimming slow?
If I hold on tighter so will the glow.
YOU ARE READING
We are all just glow sticks
PoésieI have no idea how many parts to this story there will be. This is simply a series of metaphors poems about how we are all just glow sticks. It makes more sense once to read it.
