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Sometimes it's hard to imagine the sheer scale of the You that I once knew,
Before your world became so small and mine grew to be so big. I remember it well, the vast expanse of your love. The timeless, bottomless stories you wove around my head, borne of threads collected from a thousand places and a thousand different hearts, and sewn into mine like a beautiful, colourful reminder of my very own Origin Story. But it was you, in all your vastness, who taught me to build cities And continents And oceans And to fill lakes with my experiences Let rivers flow with all my most joyous memories To stack mountains up and cap them with starlit snowflakes of friendship and love and laughter To add gold and silver threads to my very own tapestry. But then a sickness wrapped in aged bones Came rolling in Like a thick damp fog over a turquoise ocean And put up his walls around you And built his ramparts high into the skies Closed the city gates against the plague of happiness and freedom Drawing heavy, motheaten curtains across your horizons So you could not see The world you had created And shown to me And now I see the fairytales Were wrong all along Old Father Time is not a kindly wizened wizard But a grotesque narcissist of a man Rotund belly swollen with all the time he has stolen The opportunities theived from your bowl Leaving you to starve slowly in his shadow. I was enveloped by your geography. Before him and now and your new world order, where all you talk about is Moira and the plums and what time the antique market opens on Sunday. Oh how we would mock monotony, with its routine You used to loathe routine. Now you are crippled by it, incapable of seeing the world in any way other than self-inflicted monotony. Oh mother, how I long for your infinity to return to you.
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it would be really helpful
if the world could just stop turning, for a moment If I could step off for just a heartbeat To catch my breath Re-tie my laces tight enough to keep me running another 30 years and straighten my back tall enough to hold my head high again. That would be really helpful. I think because my light seems endless
People don't realise That I only have so much of myself To give And when that light is running dim It takes my whole soul's energy To recharge refill reignite So I can burn a moment longer Shine a sparkle brighter Illuminate the way a little distance further To always give them just one more joule. And because there is always another person who will need me next, tomorrow or thereafter I will never let my torch fall dark. So sometimes in order to love everyone, To keep my reserves bright enough for everyone else, I burn myself Into the shadows. |
AuthorEllie has been writing her whole life - journals, poems, short stories, scripts... allowing words to flow has been a constant cathartic process for her. This blog is an outlet for her writing, no more, no less. Archives
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