I imagine myself walking
in a dark tunnel through most
of my teen years
Not sure
if the darkness
Ever
Ends.
I walk unconsciously now
Going through the
Motions.
My eyes
Not knowing if they're open
Or closed,
Until I am blinded with
Light.
It's strange
To know that you never saw me
Until now.
That you say you have always seen me,
Seen my shadow in the dark
Grasping at your eager eyes.
But we both know
That my shadow only ever became present
Once the light created it
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
