Happy VerseDay! It’s a bit late due to extra have-to’s in my life, but sometimes a verse in the dying light of day is all the more sweet.
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Not Myself Of Late
I am long away from from the girl I once knew.
The embodiment of all that was good and bright;
swallowed by annihilating-gray skies.
Mired by the confused need,
Where my heart flounders in the soft darkness.
I pluck it out; calm it’s fluttering and gasping.
Gently shush it’s cries for you…
I let you upend me.
I let you through the layers
And the idea of you
Embedded into my soil.
Tender but steadfast seedling.
I forgot myself.
I’ve forgotten myself.
Forgotten that you are just shadow
Borne from the reflections of my desire.
A chemical reaction, unchecked.
I was dry underbrush,
And you, just a catalytic match.
I am the fire.
I am heat and devastation.
I don’t need your suggestive darkness
To know that I am bright.