My mind carries weight, my body never knew
There are scars left in places obscured from
Intimate view
They will not be seen, at least, not by you.
There are days that were endless
And endlessness that ended
There are days when I remember
The love that’s been dismembered
No, you’ll never know it,
Simply because I wish not to show it
But there are days, when I still feel it.
I feel the emptiness I long since escaped
Like a returning tide of a looming seascape
When an idyl reveals I feel the tide go
But when gray clouds steal, the return is tenfold
If my peace is the shore, stretched long and pure
Then my sea is the darkness
It is much more.
No, you’ll never know it,
As you wouldn’t the depths
Most fear to entertain what they cannot concept.
The calm you see long since undone
What unruly waters within myself have spun
Spearing light, now shunned
I have yet to grieve, at last, I must.
That which once was overwhelming
Now invites calm to overwhelm me
Moments of chaos deconstructed
Refined myself, a cleansed introduction.
No, you’ll never know it,
How the waves have overdone it
And the darkest parts of me, have become it.
About the Creator
Lillith.Poetry
My writing, my poetry, it’s chaotic. But it’s the chaos in thoughts, words, and the scribbled letters in torn journals that brings me tranquility.
I’m just a poet who is obsessed with words that mean more than what they read to be.
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