The silent killer has creeped back into my bed
I thought I was over him for good
But it’s almost as if my life craves his return
Bittersweet connection
The memories
The pain
The tears
All came back when he crept back into my bed
He makes himself comfortable as if he never left
He’s unpacked and for sure he’s not going for a while
Like a shadow on a sunny day, he is there, breathing in all of my good air
And no matter where I try to hide
He always finds me
All alone
Even with him following me around
Thing is, no one sees him but me
In corners, in cracks and in the smiles of those I love
Standing next to my happiest memories
Always reminding me that nothing good lasts forever
I’m undeserving of the bright side
I’m unworthy to see the greener side
A good for nothing waste of space
He reminds me of all I can not achieve and all I will never be able to accomplish
As he pushes me further and further away from me
But I’ll be good
I’m always good
About the Creator
Zahrah Blom
Afro-Indigenous
NYC
Mother
Artist
Writer
Creator
Facilitator
Seer
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