Prologue-
Keep your Anesthesia... Cut me up nice
You'll falter in your methods..hit a wall
Hurt and pain are brothers.. and family sticks together
I see no reason for you to care for me.. I don't require your glance
Make a break for it...run away from me..here's your chance
It eats at you .. when You wonder
Knowing me ..was it just a blunder...
The rain pierces my skin...
I bruise and burn...
And yet it seems my blood dries up quicker..my wounds heal
I fidget with images cast upon by a montage..
How quickly it plays like a second rate memory reel
Claustrophobia isn't fear of enclosed spaces..
It's a dying art..a yearning to get out of miserable sanctuaries..
Unbreakable...
I sing a morning song with relative ease...
I hand you a basket of bread and cheese..
Misery loves company.. I would know...
Me and misery have spent quality time..with candle lights out in the snow
I sang praises of past glories in that chatter..
Misery laughed, and said that's the past..what does it matter?
I put up a defense and said our experiences make us strong...
Misery did a Chandler Bing and said could you be more wrong?
The wax on the candles melted..
The flame flickered away..
The darkness seemed scented
Aroma is a reminder said Misery- my friend,
It reminds you of what was, what has been
Its no current feature, no godsend.
Its a memory of your past...it takes you back in time
Your choice to live in that era is nothing short of a crime
We meet often...
I influence you , probe you ..remind you...
But you seem adamant..You seem agile..
My friend I am Misery..and you fail to be fragile
I listen to her words..I see the dark cloak she wears..
My foot plays in the snow..my mind wanders as she ridicules me and my agendas
I drift away endlessly ...my mind swaying to thoughts positive ..happy and glee
She seems restless..and says to me..'You trouble me lad'
To break you is a challenge...To oblige I would be glad...
Your mind races to possibilities , while I remind you of failures
What guides you... what pulls you...what shines for you?
I've seen your tears..they've mixed with the snow...
Yet you manage on your being..a warm shiny glow..
How do you do it? what is your secret?
I stare at her..as she glares into my soul..
This has been great misery..But I really have to go
Next time lets bring torch lights and shine them in to the snow...
I couldn't help but notice I said.. The wax took the light away...
A candle burns itself out I smirked...as Misery held back a smile...
Lets just say old friend....I'm no candle...
I melt away at times... But to me the light is important..the flame is undying
I'm no wax you can mold
I'm no butterfly you can hold...
I am ... because I allow it...
I see..because I choose to...
I smile because I have a choice...
I am an ocean of salts and dreams...
With winds of passionate screams..
I am the Heaven I seek
I am the Placebo that I need...
Its not that I have lived unscathed..
It's not that I have lived in a cocoon...
Its not that I haven't seen myself fall....
Its just that I choose to remain Unbreakable in spite of it all..........
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2 comments:
try this.
instead of writing about your darkness, write with a sense of darkness.
I'm not writing about 'MY' darkness...I'm just Writing.
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