Silhouette

Golden.

Reap the golden, yet forget the blight,
close our eyes as we pass the night.
Nothing there to help you stand;
nothing, but the fate of the fallen.
Stay and see the beauty of what was
while the sun shines down at you
smiling with a newer horizon so bright.
The ghost of what you were awaits
behold it's power for its in you.
Greet her with nothing but kindness
for, she still has a lot to learn
and a lot more to endure.
From the hurt that shaped her,
to the storm that blew away
the covers of way too many people.
She will strive to see the other day
that cowards would run from.
Yet that's what they used to call her.
Tip the crown with your head held high
while knowing who you are on the inside,
façade so strong yet it crumbles.
Their blindness seeps through,
tainting the reality they look up to
painting it grey with the haze of the deluge.
Her hazel orbs a dreary contrast
to the ashen and battered.
Slit the throat of the desire so huge
yet it surfaces out of the blue.
Strong yet weak in it's own shell;
the need to break free and run off
scampering into places unknown;
to get to the surface and breathe it all in
but bound to the depths by my chains.
Pride buried deep in my chest.
yet the desire stays, gazing at me from afar.
Strangle the boundaries that separates you
from the phenomenon called "self-love".
The validation of the people lasts when its anew
they move on to another every morrow,
yet another life on their hold
begging to be let free of the past.
So tender their words might break
while they forget of all the shame inflicted.
The voices echoes past every wall into their ears
every laugh seems to be aimed at them
the whole world watching their every move
even when a second glance isn't cast their way.
"The shadows" they are called
existing in their own travesty,
living in their heads,
while their flaws reflect on every mirror
and loathing the sight as it all pass.
The hate you give radiates out of them in waves
enough to drown any ounce of love
that they have for themselves
in the enormous current of criticism.
The endless tears say a million words
blocking out the sane voice.
Whispers break through the painful silence
all the while not knowing which is worse.
Used to shut them out and glance at the truth
that is held by the eyes you hold.
I would smile at what I see
and ignore the burn in my chest.
I will smile again despite the flaws I hold
smile even though you aren't here
this quilled kingdom is mine
for the fact that I made it
without a "you" by my side.
~si

This work is about self acceptance and how you shouldn't look down on your past or who you were after progressing into what you are and about how ignorant some people are in society.