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Sophiea Oct 2011
It feels like I am alone.
The streets are empty, and the houses sit stolidly and lifeless.
The only human sound is my footsteps.
I should feel like I'm being watched,
but I don't.
The birds are the only ones who see me.

The sun is at my back,
and the birds sing their morning songs without an audience.
An otherwise cheerfl morning.
I like the feeling that nothing is wrong.
I like how my problems fade into the sky.
If only they stayed there...

It's at times like these
when it feels like the world isn't half bad.
It's at times like these
when I feel like peace is attainable for me.

It's at times like these
when I look down at the ground and realize
that my shadow is prettier than me.
Sophiea Oct 2011
Oh little bird with broken wings,
Do you not know that you are loved?
While sinking into darker things,
Your heart has strayed from a life above.

I say not heaven; I say not hell.
I say not you are sick, unwell.
I know you've set yourself apart,
But I know there's love inside your heart.
Sophiea Oct 2011
And as it was I found out that I
loved you.
I opened up my heart; you
fluttered in.
And you showed me that there is more
than sorrow.
And now my soul is new and whole
again.
Sophiea Oct 2011
A fire's burning somewhere in the darkness.
I once sat in its light, but was drawn away
as swiftly as a shadow flees the sun.
I remember the flames dancing, burning,
turning dead wood into gold before my eyes,
the sparks jumping and zigzagging into the sky
like so many souls ascending to heaven,
wishing,
for once,
to be the stars they once gazed upon,
and wondering if maybe,
just maybe,
they could be remembered.
If they could shine upon the earth forever,
living as reflections in the eyes of those soon to join them.
Crackling into the night,
holding the darkness at bay just a little while longer,
shielding the hearts around it from their own shadows.
I don't know if it's still burning,
or if it has already submitted to the darkness,
as all fires do eventually.
But I will remember them, those flames,
burning as a last defiance to the darkness.
And to those souls in waiting,
I hope for you safe travel.

— The End —