Fading…
The wind smells like rain
And the ashes of all hopes
Thoughts and dreams
Swirl in the breeze
Ready to disappear, infinitely
The sky darkens
The sun slipping away behind cloud
Shadows lengthen
With ominous promise
And the light dies
The rain falls
Cold and cleansing
Wiping away all traces of the ash
The person
The life
Behind the facade
The smile, the bravado
She is disappearing
Heartbeat by heartbeat
Breath by breath
The reflection in the mirror
Fading…
Until it disappears, infinitely
Random Poetry 2
Days stretch endlessly
Uncaring and tedious
An empty, bereft heart struggles to be -
Not to beat, for that is unthinking.
Automatic…
How do you find it?
That something, anything.
How do you make that glimmer, want, mind flick?
Real, substantial, fulfilling.
How do you sleep in tranquility
Calm, restorative, healing?
Not a battle or battering of the soul and mind.
How do you awake without dread
To fill that void, that nothing?
A change of perspective -
Finding worthy not worthless.
Finding that something, anything.
When alone is not just lonely again
When joy is not a wisp of a glimpse of a thought
When peace is not an unattainable imagining
Of an idea or ideal
Finding that something, anything.
Purpose. Life. Reason.
Pondering…Who Am I?
I am a series of dichotomies:
Complex but simple
Quiet but loud
Strong but insecure
Caring but cold
Intelligent but uneducated
Ruthless but sensitive
Loyal but detached
Calm but angry
Whole but hurt
Stable but searching
Content but unfulfilled
Creative but disillusioned
Beautiful but invisible
I am a portrait of the struggle to be accepted, in my entirety, for myself…
*Note: Originally penned as a Quora answer a while back, but still, very me.
