Navina 2h

When I was a child a gust of wind seemed like a storm,
I would gaze at the dark sky with memories horrendous floating around.
I would pick up the sword and fight- not my enemies,
but my shadow that wouldn't lay dead.

She traveled in the darkest places,
she jumped, she cried, she suffered and she died
then a light came around with eyes like mist
a greyhound behind that dragged soul-less faces.

A fate that surrounded me for longest time
it whispered my name
I knew I was next,
I swayed between the truth and reality.

my universe got smaller,
every day got harder
and as moments passed by
I knew I  couldn't escape what was in store

how could that be the end
It was my whisperers choice
Run, is that all I can do?
the light never showed up
but left behind my whisperer
with numerous faces hanging around
nameless. with no desire
there was no fate nor destiny.

I knew my shadow would hide
the truth, she knew
but reality broke its reason
she is running too

is there a way we would meet
running on the same road
is there a way we stay together
betray fate and make destiny ours
The process of accepting one's persona is a pathway of realizing, and analyzing and also loving the result
#hellopoetry #whisperingwinds #darkesttales

Written by
Navina  24/F/INDIA