I created a girl From word and lines From paragraphs.
With characters, I shaped her face Her long dark hair Gold eyes Her strength And the inevitable weakness We share. I learned to love her As a daughter, for she is mine From my own hands From my own heart and head A product of a story That needed to be told.
I loved her, and she taught me Through her own struggles Her own losses That it is possible to move forward After the end of the world Ice will thaw and spring will follow the winter Bodies return to the earth and feed the flowers And love is never lost, Only tucked away into a small pocket Somewhere in the mysterious red ***** in our chests Where it takes shape as another More bearable appreciation One that is not all flowers and lore Or clammy hands and starry eyes.
If she can move on, when beauty seems withered Than I will follow her steps Beyond the last page And walk out of that story Back into my own Where you and I will always occupy A small page some place A few sentences that had to end To form a paragraph.
Or a Poem.
I've been taking time off this site lately (hence the sparse submissions) to work on a story I've been piecing together over the course of the last year. It's no where near finished, but it's really helped me gain perspective on my own life. And I guess I wrote this to the main character as a thank you. She's really helped me grow as a person as I've tried to place myself in her shoes. Sorry if it seems a little flowery or silly.