if only you could be careless
then perhaps the numbness
wouldnt have coated your senses
like sickly caramel over a poisoned apple,
the cold could have been your friend,
and not your unforgiving oppressor
if only-
if only.
if only they had chosen to feel,
to thrust their hand in the water
to throw a lifeline
to reach out
even a little
even at all
maybe together, you could climb out of your grave
perhaps your carcass
could have been revived, saved
without losing your old blood
and maybe you are stronger for it
(that doesn't make it less painful, though)
your teeth are sharp and ready to grin
your fury is ancient, icy
and the emotions in you, the turmoil
as raging as embers and
glorious as the sea
your demons don't stand a chance
because your fists are bleeding but ready
and the numbness gave way
in its stead: rage, determination, valor
you slumbered
you burned
you drowned
you fell
you buried yourself
but
you yearned
you climbed
you dug
you rose.
to power, to fire, to anger, to contentment?
someday;
you'll know.
and you'll burn again.
next time, you think
next time, it will be welcomed
YOU ARE READING
of all the stars that shine | poetry
Poetryhave you ever been heartbroken? depressed? stuck in your head? me too. here's some of what goes in my mind. take a look, maybe you can relate. a collection of poems from the past couple years. this is just my own way of journaling.
