Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
anjana-raoPoems
If you fly too close to the sun you might get burned. Me? I saw my chance stretched out before me and I jumped, discovered I could fly. Me? I picked the sun, paid the price for the high. - I have known darkness. And yet every time I plunge down, down, down, it’s always the same Shock, and pain. Oh God, the pain. - Deep in the dark, I curse the day I ever saw the sun. Better, instead, to have been born a mole, content to spend my life snuffling about in the soil. Deep in the dark, licking my wounds, I am certain that this is the end. - Good bye to trust, to love, to warmth. Good bye. - How could this have happened? I cry out to myself, but when the tears dry I remember. Remember how I am addicted to risk, addicted to the extremes of feeling - anything to escape the Nothingness. I always seem to be courting the ones that carry concealed weapons they don’t know how to wield. And, me? I am the perfect target. - I figure I deserve this, and so I make rock bottom my home, try to get used to the dark, try throw a cloak over the light I've known try to bury it deep underground. - I dig and dig and dig. My blood goes cold, I hibernate. - I hibernate until one day I find I can move. My limbs work, I am not as broken as I thought. - I am cold, I miss the sun. - So I shake off sleep, and pack up my things. I am not a worm, not a mole. Dark was never meant to be my home. I turn all the swords in my back into a ladder and I haul myself up. - Back on solid ground, I begin to warm up.
0
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
Ten of Swords
If you fly too close to the sun you might get burned. Me? I saw my chance stretched out before me and I jumped, discovered I could fly. Me? I picked the sun, paid the price for the high. - I have known darkness. And yet every time I plunge down, down, down, it’s always the same Shock, and pain. Oh God, the pain. - Deep in the dark, I curse the day I ever saw the sun. Better, instead, to have been born a mole, content to spend my life snuffling about in the soil. Deep in the dark, licking my wounds, I am certain that this is the end. - Good bye to trust, to love, to warmth. Good bye. - How could this have happened? I cry out to myself, but when the tears dry I remember. Remember how I am addicted to risk, addicted to the extremes of feeling - anything to escape the Nothingness. I always seem to be courting the ones that carry concealed weapons they don’t know how to wield. And, me? I am the perfect target. - I figure I deserve this, and so I make rock bottom my home, try to get used to the dark, try throw a cloak over the light I've known try to bury it deep underground. - I dig and dig and dig. My blood goes cold, I hibernate. - I hibernate until one day I find I can move. My limbs work, I am not as broken as I thought. - I am cold, I miss the sun. - So I shake off sleep, and pack up my things. I am not a worm, not a mole. Dark was never meant to be my home. I turn all the swords in my back into a ladder and I haul myself up. - Back on solid ground, I begin to warm up.
This is a break up poem.
#tarot
Written by
anjana-rao
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem