Minutiae Inside
Here lies a match yet to be lit,
Hidden in the darkness,
Where no one wants to sit.
Malison, is it not?
As if a child has no guardian,
Is she left there only but to rot?
She's trapped in some degree,
Like a bird broke it's wings
The flame begs to be released and free.
And even a dandiprat delinquency,
May hold the power to magnify it
Hence, can provide this Lucifer its appetency.
For here is a match yet to be lit,
No one in sight; only the silence that swallows
Its passionate ideas it wants to commit,
But how can one expect it
Like a fair child to cross a deadly bridge
With no one, but herself to protect.
Save her from the treacherous blame.
For one small match,
Can potentially enhance to a flame.
June 10, 2020
Staying hidden for too long is frightening. It makes me question a lot of things in life. Sometimes I just want to break free and be that light that I dream to be. At the same time, I wonder to myself if I'm making the right decision or if there even is a "right" decision. Then it scares me to think that the only person who's stopping myself from becoming the person I want to be, is myself.
It's funny how I tell people that I don't want their help, but really on the inside I'm telling them that I do. I tell them in my head not to leave me. I tell them in my head that I'm not okay. I can't blame them though for leaving because I'm the one who told them to go and that I'm doing just fine.
I hope that those who decided to read my poem can take the time to analyze it. Maybe the reader's can relate to some of my feelings, if not maybe they can discover something new in my poem.
About the Creator
Doors to Life
Welcome! Everyone has gone through multiple doors in their lifetime, so let's continue to discover more hidden door's about life. What will the next door lead you to? Let me tell you what I discover in life one door at a time!
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