I didn’t trip like you would
On a jagged sidewalk
I surged into darkness
A mission lacking intent
Like demolishing an ideal home
Shifting from a world of crisp air
Unforgettable sunsets
To the devastation of a mind
where doors rip off hinges
Plates meet the yellow wall
Mockingbirds silence
And the breeze takes cover
Held in a vacuum
Battling for release
Hush surfaces
Light cascades
Wind billows
A world reclaimed
The lush of the grass
Tickles my bare feet
The earth that swallowed
Released
What I know of darkness
Is in its aftermath
Light shimmers
The mundane extravagant
Gratitude, it swells
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Katie B. (
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Violence appears in this poem and it appears domestic and traumatic that ends in the appreciation of its absence where the world can be appreciated. Well done.
No it's the fury of depression
Excuse the misinterpretation Katie
Nicely written. Your poem addresses themes of mental and emotional distress, the impact of darkness on the psyche, and the transformative power of light and healing.
Katie, this is a powerful depiction of emerging from darkness into clarity. I love how the poem doesn't merely describe suffering...it describes the rediscovery of the world afterward. The contrast between those two states gives the piece tremendous emotional force. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
No w this is an intriguing work.I read it as an essay on darkness or death.There is a positive resultant.The fact that after the dark there is light.Enjoyable read
The depths and texture of the blues can be darker in its hues 🕊️🙏
Strong words dear Katie, I like this one..
That light will always be there for you Katie.
Andy
Nice piece liked it a lot.
a struggle that finally ends in peace, and gratitude - well done
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