I Live.

Lauren

 

In air, smoky and thick, I breathe

a sigh of relief, relieved to be free.

All the years that have passed,

lived dwelt on the past

Have passed; gone to their death.

 

With a heart as heavy as my body does feel,

I remember it vaguely, as though nothing was real-

In the day, nothing but a distant memory;

At night, a dream that haunts me.

Because the past does still exist.

 

A fire was lit, so bright and so warm,

took shape as a child, so gentle in form;

but the perils of life, and life's cruel way

made sure that the fire lasted not past the day.

And the night's were cold.

 

I began to wish a fate unforgiving.

My dreams, suddenly, no longer worth wishing.

A heaviness, a blackness, a fog had descended;

the fire was out, and my will, it had ended.

Living was no more than a chore.

 

To glide through life without a care

is to many a wish, for they were not there.

When the nights were dark and my will had waned

and I cared no longer to see sunlight again.

Tomorrow was decades away.

 

The sunlight came, but I was not grateful;

The morning, noon, night, they were too painful,

scarred is the pale skin which houses my soul,

and I feel that in years I shall still not be whole.

But I live.

 

 

  • Author: Lauren (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2016 11:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is something I wrote yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaars ago and have just found. I\'m really bad with grammar so I\'m guessing there\'s a lot of punctuation in the wrong places, but please look past it! :)
  • Category: Reflection
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