A/N: This one can be a bit confusing I am told; allow me to start with some context.
People go through many phases, and these phases can be short lived and are key to development. However, the majority do not last. The significance of calling the speaker a 'phase' is that while others may say the speaker is going through a phase and that their actions won't last, the speaker feels like the phase (more accurately their depression and pain) is a part of them. If there is still confusion, feel free to comment, message me directly, or disregard the poem and pretend it isn't here.
"Phase"
I managed to convince myself
For a night
That I was alright
That the shadows inside
Could no longer hide
Amidst the light of day
I dreamt of angels wings
Soaring hopes
And distant days
Of times when I was no longer
in the "phase"
A phase they call it
That's all that I am
A brief period of time that ends
That has to fend for itself
To keep living
To keep burning bright
To breathe
And savor the Suns ethereal light
A phase
'A distinct period in the forming of development'
A chapter in the book that will
Inevitably, of course
Come to an end.
I am a phase.
My being will leave
Granting you
The reprieve
That you so desperately prayed for
Praying and hoping
That I will end
That my pain will go
That I remember my friend
And how she yearns
for her happiness
How she needs no one else to cry
How she doesn't want to think
About the fact
That people die
And the idea
That she tried to smother
That perhaps
It wasn't the result of another
It was the shadows within
Another lonely phase
Told not to sin
And to cover the maze
The maze that they're lost in
One they cannot win within
The maze designed by the phase
With no want to live
No need to forgive
The phases around
Who beat us into the ground
They'll grow up they say
It's just a phase
People change
But not me.
I'm still drowning.
Still slipping and falling
And to them
It's appalling
That my phase hasn't passed
That this phase seems to last
That I'm not alright
That I'm no longer
Shining bright.
YOU ARE READING
All The Words I Couldn't Say
PoetryA book of poetry. Essentially a rant book in poetry form that is for everyone except the person who needs to hear it. I apologize for excessive amounts of depression, this is how I cope with my everyday life.
