Life Lesson

Purple bruises, 

Soft and misshapen.

My beating heart

Stopped beating. 

It was fast

Now it’s slow.

Thud

……… 

Thud. 

Dull echoes

Ring around the tin can.

Barely moving. 

Am I even alive?

I don’t feel anything. 

I don’t feel the blood rushing through my body, 

I don’t feel the joy of life coursing around me. 

I just feel

Numb. 

Used and left. 

What do I do now?

Where do I go?

I’m trapped. 

Daydreams of Paris,

A perfect family… 

A happy life. 

Reality. 

Waves crashing into me, 

Pulling me under. 

My head hit the ground. 

Slam. 

Blinding pain and light. 

No. 

No more light. 

Not anymore. 

I watched it leave, 

Fading quickly into the darkness I was left with. 

Black replaced my light and filled me with… 

Nothing. 

I was empty. 

My tears were real, 

Infused with overwhelming emotion. 

One day, they stopped. 

(for a while) 

Night became my friend, 

Darkness became my soul. 

When Light returned,

I welcomed it

And shaped it. 

I made my own light, 

Crafted it into my heart 

And locked it away. 

There it is still hidden

From the world. 

My light is my own. 

And no one else’s. 

They cannot have it. 

They cannot steal what was already stolen from me. 

My lesson in life: 

Don’t trust anyone. 

Don’t let them steal your light.