Light,
See all this darkness used to be light
All these broken minds used to be bright
All these broken hearts used to be great
Water used to be thick
And love used to be tight.
All these chaos used to be quiet
At first sight,
You wouldn't mind to sit,
Sleep and get lit.
Drink and get high,
Chill with no peel
Just .....will.
But of course that was before,
A hole was cut into my soul
A long wall was put between my yesterday and tomorrow
Now it's hard to tell if I live or it's all metaphors.
Is it true?
Is the sky blue?
I don't know
I am just enjoying the show
I don't sleep so that I can't dream
I don't blink so that I can't sleep
Because past is a good friend
Our conversation never ends
I hate the present because it makes me pretend.
Is it light?
Is it white?
Or is just the moments
Replaying in my sight,
Messing with my mind
Thinking that I might forget
All the people around
And now is the loneliness that surrounds.
No, it's not the light
It's just that sometimes I get lost,
Sometimes I get cold,
Sometimes in April my body freezes,
Sometimes I play with my siblings,
Hear from my parents
And hug my aunts
But not for long, it's the only thing that hunts.
You call me mad,
For all this rain rains on my head
Does it hurt? Period.
It just blows me away
And I can fly
Rather than sitting here and cry
There, I meet what's mine
There, I dime
There, I shine
There, I call it home
There, I become sweeter than wine.
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a child of wars
PoetryA story for all women around the world. Who are struggling through wars. By wars i mean like family conflicts, Divorces, sickness and all that.