eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]

Prisoner

She's been blissfully content 
and that's what she's been believing,
painting smiles on her own face,
by stroking tranquility
in the essence of their existence,
so that they knew that there was
someone out there who cared for their
brutally burning spirits.

She's the sun to their clear skies
but what they don't know is that
she has been neglecting the heavy clouds
looming over the skies in the world she'd created
within her mind, body and soul.

She wasn't ready to accept
the evergrowing dark aura
that came more alive every
waking moment of her life.

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It breathed and thumped wildly
the moment she let air
trap her lungs,
suffocating,
it truly was unbearable.

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And every fiber of her being
ached to fight the shadow
inside her mind.

And she could tell
that it was a prisoner in there,
her mind the prison,
her thoughts screeching
out at her to find a way out.

A clearing in the gray skies,
it was all she craved for,
it was all she hoped for.