When silence turned to twilight

bliss

 

When silence turned to twilight, the story of my life changed its predictably mundane narrative. The words looming over my dumbfounded head-"No longer day or night, neither happy nor sad." The world as I knew it was set free all in one miniscule motion. The fate of my destiny is in the palm of my hands now. 

Before this unimaginable transformation, I was so engrossed in my own affairs that my friendships buried themselves in graves filled with roses. The forbidden romances were demolished down to its delicate and intricate foundations with hollow promises, sweet betrayals and shattered hearts, unlike the magical happily-ever-afters in fictional fairytales.

After all, in reality, I was simply a dainty princess dressed in a garishly embroidered gown of cinders, crying at the doorstep of my own house as the clock struck at midnight. It signified the start of another day, another disappointment. Fantasizing about delusional dreams and romanticizing sacrificial deaths all in the name of love. 

This fatalistic spiral of twisted endings underwent a reversal when twilight appeared before me and rendered me utterly speechless. Shimmers of twilight brought upon glimmers of hope in my neglected heart. Newfound friendships budding with my loyal companions, enchanting encounters blossoming with my knight in shining armor that become mine only after making a choice in an ultimatum. 

In the light of these virtues, I realised that silence is a double edged sword. It can end your life or give it a new beginning. The outcome essentially depends on how you wield it. I clenched my jaw and threw my sword away into the faraway lands because silence is what held me back from living up to my utmost potential. Silence is not the answer so I scream the truth; the unfiltered, unaltered version of it. 

The heavy burden on my shoulders vanished and I was finally able to comprehend the meaning of true freedom. I'm falling in love with life. What is twilight, you may ask? It's nothing but the persistent imagination of my restless mind.

  • Author: Bliss (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2023 10:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a rewritten version of the very first piece of writing I ever composed😌The first time I started writing was exactly four years ago today. In 9th grade, my chemistry teacher gave me (and a few other classmates) a topic to write about since I was done with the exam and had a lot of free time on my hands. She gave me the topic \\\"When silence turned to twilight\\\". At first, I wasn\\\'t even going to attempt to write it. But moments passed, somehow, my hands started moving by themselves and before I realised it, I had written a small paragraph. Of course, what I wrote back then wasn\\\'t even close to what it looks like right now😂 It was a beginning for me as a writer. It was also the journey of me stepping into a world I thought only existed in my dreams💖\r\n\r\nMeaning of the prose poetry💜\r\nAs a kid, I was really quiet (and I still am). I didn\\\'t talk to anyone unless I had to or if they had initiated the conversation. I became accustomed to residing in my comfort zone. I wasn\\\'t lonely but it might have been more fun to engage with my peers. So I wrote this prose poetry about a fairy tale-like character whose life is anything but. One day, she had a revelation and from then on, her life underwent a magnificent reversal. She discovered new beginnings with new people. All of this was set in motion because she wielded the one weapon she never used. Silence. She took that sword and threw it away into the unknown. She conquered her fears in the twilight. She became free and fell in love with everything around her. A happy ending truly deserving of a woman like her👑\r\n\r\nP.S. As a way of celebrating four whole years of me writing, I present you with this prose poetry🎁 Hope you guys like it and relate to it :) Share it with your friends and loved ones
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