This is often the feeling that sweeps over one after leaving the experience of an intensely passionate gathering.
Depressed
She’s overwhelmed
By dancing in the dark
Alone with destructive thoughts
Falling
***
Falling
To the abyss
Of a loud, lying mind
She crumples to the stone-cold floor
Listen
***
Listen
To the shadows
Mocking truth, selling lies
Despite the whispered facts belied,
Denied
***
Denied
Power too long
She rises in the deep night
Howling, calling to the high moon
Changling
***
Changling
Becoming strong
In voice and mind and heart
She smiles alone in the dark, dancing
Joyous
***
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I loved each part of this. Emotional and so beautifully written :)
This is fabulous. Well done.
Beautiful words with a hopeful ending
Lovely. 🥰
This is SO beautiful and SO relatable! I felt every word! Wonderfully written! :)