As I sit on the great, big porch,
My fingers wrap around a bright red torch.
Its flames give way to a demonic light.
I must put it away and keep it out of sight.
How brilliant a thing, fire can be.
It knows how to destroy you and me.
Yet sitting here has made me consider,
If I made a different choice, would I see you clearer?
I put the torch down and let it drown.
Now is the time to create a new crown.
If I sit and keep on wishing for new things to appear,
My dreams and their lives will all disappear.
I sit and ponder my existence away,
Keep holding on to the hope for a brighter day.
But it is I who truly hold all the keys,
To all the doors containing the could be's.
Has sitting and waiting been alright?
My breath feels heavy, my heart closed tight.
I have loosened my grip on what I loved most.
I have seen the great shores, I have been on the coast.
I have swallowed seas of sorrow and still
I cannot find goodness; I dare not find will.
For if I do, what will become of me then?
Will I count on my fingers, making sure I reach ten?
I don't want to sit and wait for the answers to knock,
But I always tend to fear the greatest shock.
About the Creator
Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
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