Slithering in the damp dark murk
She made herself at home
No trace of joy, no sense of sorrow
Masochism and numbness alone.
A quivering sensation at times
And murmurs of fear
Everything seemed lost
Life was a waste, sheer.
All voices, all eyes, everyone she saw
Manifested a deep want to see some life in those eyes
She would try, always against herself
And that was where the problem lied.
"Against my will", she kept thinking
The inertia just wouldn't leave
Her shell she tightly held closed
Want was her ultimate need.
And then she faced what seemed the worst
Breaking down, tearing apart
Confusion confined her
But rather than an end, this was the start.
Suddenly every leaf dropped
From the tree of her confused despair
And new leaves actually grew
Out of what was once shared.
Slowly gratitude crawled
Along with a sense of belonging
Those words from The One and all
Now held deep meaning.
It was all true, and herself she had punished
For crimes never really committed
For choices that could be undone
Her punishment was her sin.
And now the need, the want
Somewhere it returned from
She embraced herself finally
A smile broke through the dark into the dawn.
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gripping lines
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