Somewhere along the line, you changed. You build walls all around you and wore armor against the world, You guarded your heart so well you could behave as though you didn't have one at all, Even now, it's a shabby broken thing but you still have it. Not a heart of stone nor of ice, But a fragile heart of glass Sharpened through all its edges to stop anyone from getting in, To stop the pain from getting out,
I understand why you wear armor, That's why I wear it too.
No one, no one here, no one there, ever. Uncared for, it felt dark and misty. All alone, aside seven billion souls. Needed only when needed, a solitude. Ring-fenced in an imaginary world of love. No escape for me to my reality, it hurts. Kept knocking on the walls, for affection. Wisely I tethered on, purposely off, living in a solstice of dream.
A prose about living. Dreams and imaginations play a role in solitude. Anyone can be whatever therein. No one judging you; so play on.
In your nothingness, I found you In my nothingness, you discovered her Leaving me to grief losing you With such heavy heart I let you go Only to meet you often in my dreams A dream where you are a part of my being.
I find it amused to see a person changed upon discovering a new someone. Letting them go may be best for everyone.
News comes in spectrums In the sun in the rain Delivered by stork or by train Not cloaked in fairytales Cancer was the news No tomorrow I wonder
I stood still amidst the cold stone room Attentively listening to the news caster A breeze of life flew out of me As I gazed in awe about tomorrow Devastated but without known sorrow Life goes on said the unforgiving news breaker
In emptiness I glimpsed into the future The day my loved ones living without mama