Twilight's Veil
The sun slips down beyond the hills, Painting the sky in amber trills. The world is cloaked in twilight's veil, As day gives way to shadows pale.
The trees stand silent, still as stone, Their branches bare, their leaves long gone. The crickets chirp a somber song, As night's dark mantle lingers long.
A hush falls o'er the sleeping land, As darkness takes it by the hand. The moon ascends, a silver glow, But joy and wonder ebb so slow.
The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; A place once magical now hurt to behold. This world, once bright with life's warm embrace, Now fades to grey in twilight's grace.
Lost in this inverted world, i’m adrift, My heart and mind in a constant rift. The hard ground i once stood upon, Has crumbled away, leaving me withdrawn.
I hang here, suspended in the air. My world turned upside down. In reality, i struggle to comprehend and love.
I feel a queasy unease, As i cling onto this new existence with unease. Everything i once knew has flipped and changed, Leaving me disoriented, My bearings estranged.
Where is the comfort of the life i once led? The normalcy I craved now fills me with dread. I long to feel steedy once more, to have my feet planted firmly.
regrets linger
I knew he was fading, His light slowly dimming. Yet my life kept me tethered, My visits started skimming.
I long to see his smile again, Hear his gentle voice. Have one more conversation.
If only I had gone sooner, Seen his face one last time. Maybe even held his wrinkly hands. Heard his voice, still sublime.
The regret weighs heavily, It’s overwhelming A burden i will always bear. For the chance i let slip by, The goodbye i couldve shared.
Now that he’s gone, Departed this horrible earth. I ache wishing i could turn back time, In the end we only regret the chances we never took.
When i look in the mirror, i feel disgusted. My chest tightens and i feel nauseous when i do. I feel as if i look inhuman, As if im an alien.
My long brown hair, my dark eyebags that i cant get rid of, my big thighs, and my ugly brown mole on my right cheek.
I’ve always thought it looked weird, I’ve never been wrong either. I probably do look weird.
This mirror that sits on this wall has seen every inch of me, made me feel so insecure. The mirror glares back at me, a stranger in my own skin.
Ive been made fun of for years, not for a specific thing though. Its always been because of different parts of my body. I’ve always thought I looked different from my friends, ever since 3rd grade.
Every day, I pinch my body. I feel all the excess weight, my skin feels rough as I glare into the mirror.
My breathing grows louder and louder as I realize,
Theres no changing my bones, no getting rid of that ugly mole.
I must live with it.
A single ray of light, piercing through the veil of night, Ignites the soul within, Awakening the soul’s hidden den.
The warm morning sun shines through my window. The birds chirp, a familiar sound. Eyelids flutter, consciousness stirs. Every morning, over and over again. Its the same thing every day.
But this morning is different. The colors seem more richer. A spark ignites deep within my chest, Burning away the fog of routine. Memories i’ve forgotten return. Unlocking truths i have refused to see.
My heartbeat finds a stronger rhythm. I take a deep breath, reborn. My spirit has finally been set free.
Im awakened.
I have mixed emotions, One day,the colors seem to brighten, sounds become more melodic and soothing for one day.
But inevitably, the next day a heaviness settles over me, weighing down my limbs and clouding my vision. I dont like that feeling, The oppressive gloom yet it comes, disturbing my peace.
Interractions with certain people seem to make me it worse. Draining my energy until i long for solitude. Their constant demands and critiques leave me on edge.
Is it quirk of brain chemistry? Personality flaw? Or merely the human condition, this ebb and swell. I search for answers, that elusive solution.
When i go back home, The storm clouds in my mind slowly begin to part. Slowly, the tension eases from my muscles.
But the cycle inevitably repeats, The flow of my emotions as unpredictable as the tides. I wonder if i’ll ever find a way to stop these mixed emotions.
“shut up” others say when im too loud. I always fall silent after hearing it. When I’m quiet for too long, my legs start to shake and my throat thightens. Theres always a tight feeling in my chest, a feeling to talk. It makes me uncomfortable when its too quiet, As if someone must say something so im comfortable once again. As soon as someone tells me, “your too loud” i feel weird. As if I’m wrong for wanting to be heard, when i hear it i remember being in arguments and being mocked for my voice being too loud.
