I closed the door,
turned off the lights and returned back to the darkness.
Darkness seems to be an ally now.
The bright light seems vacant and distant
and the world seems empty
But in the darkness at least there is someone.
Someone that seems to have dissolved in this darkness.
Someone who finds it warm and peaceful.
That someone is just like me.
She is just like me.
She cries a lot these days.
Everyday she finds excuses to cry with me.
She stares at the people living in other dimension.
She listens to them the whole day.
But she cries knowing they don't belong to her.
She watches the birds fly.
Those people from the other world
They tell her stories of love.
Stories of struggle and faith.
Stories of starting from nothing to having everything
And she asks me,
Will I ever learn to accept my flaws?
Will the day come, when I will spread my wings and fly?
Will the other birds ever sing to me as well?
Will I ever love myself?
Every time she asks
I answer, "Yes love, you will."
She smiles and finds hope in my answer.
But I am also just like her.
I ask exactly same things to myself.
Will I ever be grateful to life?
Will I ever return to the brightness?
Will I ever witness my dreams turn into reality?
Unable to answer, I ask yet another question.
Will ever answer Yes to myself?
YOU ARE READING
A piece of Me.
Poezie@pagesunturned_ on instagram This book is not a story. Its just me being me. Poems, drawings, short stories, rants. Universe through my eyes?👀 So if you choose to read this, welcome to my world. Its pretty sad though. 2019-11-14: #1 on poems /84k ...
