Everything I've done so far I
Compared to others
Losing hope and identity
I wanted to be like models
People saw me perfect but I saw myself in
Shadows alone with my wrong thoughts
Eventually I realised that I'm better than that...
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
Comments (7)
always better
A beautiful and sad poem. But hopeful in the end!
Our thoughts often think we're not good enough. Never believe those thoughts! Loved your Acrostic!
This is the second acrostic poem I saw which is yours. I added a comment on the first one!🤗
Yes, you should always love yourself as you are, and you should not compare yourself with anyone else. For everyone who loves you, you are the best as you are.
There is only one you and how awesome you are! Perfect as you are ❤️
Comparing yourself with others is a tough one.. It's always a relief to rediscover youorself and become the one you are. Beautiful poem, Anna!