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Natalia Ducka Mar 31
Box
Little girl,
Put me in a box.

Blue box,
Red box,
Green box.

In a box I have lived my whole life,
Four walls,
Keeping me hidden,
Safe.

But no more.

You picked me up,
I’m no longer blue,
I’m not Red,
I’m not green.

Tell me, what box will you put me in,
Or will you,
Leave me floating in the darkness,
Where I neither fit nor don’t?

Tell me,
Little girl,
Where do I belong?
Natalia Ducka Mar 10
Thirty,
Forty,
Fifty,
Degrees.

Between your toes,
Sand grains,
Squeezed in between three walls,
Of insecurity.

A soft spot.

Let yourself sink in,
Relax.

Is the world diminishing?

Or is it you?

Let yourself sink in,
Feel the warmth,
Loosen your grip.

Loosen your grip,
On the branch of life.

Your knees are gone,
Out of sight.

You want to pull yourself up,
But there’s nothing to grab,
The branch of life is too high up.

It is too late.

The sun is gone,
No light seen for miles.

You are suffocating.

Just sink in.
In to the ground,
In to the dark,
In to the empty loneliness.
Natalia Ducka Jan 24
You lit the candle,
A fire called hope.

Melted frozen thoughts,
You set them free,

Their chains you broke,
You gave them their voice,

Their colors you admired.

Blue.
Like the Caribbean ocean,
That Jack sailed on.

Red.
Like the blood dripping from a deep cut,
In your soul.

Green.
Like the snake in the world of magic,
Representing greatness.

You admired their movement,
Depth.

You stopped.

They were just colors,
Pretty for a while,
Boring after a longer.

You broke away from them.

You took a deep breath.

Without hesitation,
You let the darkness,
Out of your lungs,
Blow the candle out.

And then,
There was no more hope,
Just darkness.
Natalia Ducka Jan 22
You admire it,
The beautiful garden,
The garden where no flower ever dies,
The garden where the sun never stops to shine.

You watch it,
The beautiful garden,
The garden with the grass greener than the color itself,
The garden with the colors of the rainbow.

You think about it,
The beautiful garden,
The garden that just seems too perfect to be true,
The garden where the shadows appear when you turn away,
The garden that dies every time you go to bed,
Just to be alive again in the morning.

You realize it,
The beautiful garden,
It is not beautiful,
It is not perfect,
It is sad,
Disappointing.

So you leave it,
The destroyed garden,
Once you know the truth.
Natalia Ducka Jan 22
One beep,
Fast heart beat,
Two seconds in one,
Golden smile.

Two beeps,
Glance at wall clock,
Swirling thoughts,
Skipped heart beat,
Silver smile.

Three beeps,
Peek through window,
Lowering shoulders,
Cloudy sky,
Bronze smile.

Four beeps,
Loosening grip,
Collapsing thoughts,
Tired eyes,
Fading smile.

Five beeps,
Ten minutes,
Seconds?
Aching heart,
Downward turned,
Lonely smile.
Natalia Ducka Jan 22
Like a Snow White, cold dream in my eyes were,
You are,
Probably always will be.

So pure and beautiful,
Maybe too perfect,
For me.

My broken pieces you coated with your white flings,
But just like snow,
When the wall was broken,
You were cold.

The beauty and softness seen through the eyes of a bystander,
Turned to disappointment,
Written in stone.

Hiding me under a blanket of softness,
Did not fix me,
It made me feel secure and protected,
For a while.

And as I stood there,
Letting you cover me with your small crystals,
I started to freeze.

Shivering,
I wanted you to warm me,
But the harder I tried to grasp onto you,
The further you disappeared.

Just like snow in my warm hands,
You melted away,
Until I was alone at night,
Under a streetlight,
Longing for your coldness.
Natalia Ducka Jan 22
I am an island,
In the middle of the ocean,
No land or horizon I see.

I am an island,
No man has ever taken a step on,
Never stolen,
Never given.

I am an island,
With only one tree seen from miles away.

I am the waves,
The ocean’s heart,
I push you gently away,
Lead you to a safe zone.

I am an island,
That has never seen,
Never heard,
Never felt,
The weight of your feet,
Walking on me.

— The End —