Desolation is when the heart is laden with rage,
a soft, pale September morning
when everything you have loved is flushed
down the drain,
a bemused smile, thundering heart
and burnt page
sent me running into the arms of dark origin.
Twenty-three hit me like a hammer
drove me over the edge,
I slept with danger and flirted with the idea
I knew not individuality
I knew not self
my eyes were heavy witnessing what I’d learned
Nobody warned me youth would yield consequences,
I became dawn dipped into grey twilight;
soon craving embraced my soul
and cut my hand
my heart was a ghost town, like a rose in sand.
I am known not to swear
but fuck what the hell was I thinking!
Thanks to the rebel in me recklessness had a new name,
excuse my French.
Perhaps the only way to instill humanity back was to die
a couple of times.
I am sunshine who has battled her way through the rain,
poetry my savior,
my subconscious, my one way ticket to salvation
I have come to know that strong need only
this is my story and I am not ashamed.
Photo credits: Pinterest
For Anmol’s Prompt 🙂
Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub
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