Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jude kyrie Aug 2018
I was not always as lost and broken
As you see me now
No, not always.
When I was born into the world.
I was covered in tiny twinkling lights,
They were everywhere on me, so lovely.
You could hardly see
the spaces between them.
Lights on me everywhere.

That was before I found out how to be deceitful.
That the truth had many shades and hues.
from purest white
to darkest black
with so very many greys.

Sometimes a small light would fade as I lied.
Mom there won’t be alcohol there..
Other times a row of them went dark.
Mom I did not sleep with him. I promise.
Then some lies made them all glow dimmer.
It’s alright Dad don't worry
I don’t do any drugs.

Now much older
I walk alone in the city streets.
On a rainy dark night
the store windows
look like a hall of  mirrors.

I can see my reflection ghostlike
all my pretty lights
Have faded away.
I look tired,lost and jaded.

But if you look very closely
between the falling raindrops,
like tears streaming down the windows.
You may see just a few of my lights left.
Only  a glimmer of them
hardly visible at all.

So stubborn
they wont be the last ones
to go out.
They are around my heart
Hope is a blessingjude
Joe Workman Nov 2020
Heartlights unobstructed
are bright and nearly joyful;
they almost look like happy eyes.
From further away,
they are a bit dim, but still beacons
of hope and acceptance.
The heartlights as seen while blinking
are sporadic but sincere,

but the ones viewed with head tilted
and through the thin, shadowy branches
are the most accurate.

— The End —