d.h adelais
Bio
College student with a passion for self self expression through writing.
Stories (3/0)
Sometimes You Don't Have to Pick Up the Pieces
Broken glass cannot be picked up, because the jagged pieces can cut you, that’s just like how I found you, sharp fragments sprawled all over, you were fragile that’s how you broke so easily, but being me, I could not turn away from the mess that I found right in front of me. I knelt and felt the pain cutting me deeply, the blood was the evidence, but I could not stop trying to piece you back together again. In a weird way I felt if I could your pieces, somehow, I will also mend myself in the process. But alas, that’s not how it works. Things that are broken can never be fully whole.And I should not find myself responsible for the damage that I found that wasn't my doing. You should be helping me, you were already broken when I found you.
By d.h adelais6 years ago in Poets
Absence
At times I feel as if I’m absent from my own life. Time ticks away and the quick glances in the mirror make me realize I’m no longer the little girl I used to be, yet I cannot pinpoint when this change began to occur. I’m absent but the world around me changes and evolves, I am absent yet my parents grow old and the people around me are vanishing. It is as if my world is a classroom and I have not been marked present; I’m on the outside looking in, and I have no control of it all. Everything is happening too fast, the rapid movements leaves me feeling disoriented and I need to step out. But, I cannot spend my days avoiding my own reality. I cannot be too absent, because if I am, I’ll miss the moments I should have cherished and I’ll never be able to get them back.
By d.h adelais6 years ago in Poets
