flickering light
Flick, flick, flick– spark.
Numbness fills my heart.
Depression caresses my cheek.
My mind goes blank.
Flick, flick, flick– spark.
I could burn myself, but I don't.
This flickering light,
Calms me down.
It makes me content.
It makes me feel at peace.
Flick, flick, flick– spark.
This flame.
This small little flame.
It reminds me of myself.
So small yet slightly bright.
So small and fragile.
So small...and easily blown out.
Flick, flick, flick– flame.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
