stephie

I’m in a dangerous place. The things that pull me back Have no merit here. I’ve lost the will Like there’s no inheritance. I’ve left myself  In the darkest of rooms, With the darkest of thoughts; Rifling through my mind For a ray of light, But the only light that enters Is through the cracks Of the door I have shut. And only when my eyes have adjusted Can I see it. I wait here Among the shields that hang; Wait for a movement, An answer, Wait for the strength To bask in the light. Because the darkness feels like home. In the comfort of the emptiness, As I lay on the floor  Of my walk-in closet.

Somewhere on the shores of my consciousness This conversation will play in a loop, And I will forever be at the mercy of your memory; Agonizing over everything I failed to say