La mémoire se Fane she whispered… and then whispered she
This life is not mine and you are not me
Perhaps just a fraction… perhaps just a start
A small tiny fraction of what makes the whole heart
She did not like she but she adored she
She wondered what time she stopped being “me”
When she laid forfeit to this life of her own?
To be Eleanor Rigby every time she left home?
Hiding behind this mask she called she…
When, she wondered… will I become “me”–
The lights danced brilliantly before her eyes–
How long she’d love to look upon and linger on this moment…
How long she’d love… but she knew–
The stain of static was creeping near… risking to discolor that which was now dear…
Enamored by the world, she stood paralyzed.
Inspired by the phrase “… and then it was gone”… write! Post below with a link if you wish to share, I’d love to hear your voice.
I don’t mind what kind of writing, how long or anything like that. No guidelines, no nothing– just inspiration and words. I love these too much to not do them daily so that’s what I’ll be doing. I hope they are as therapeutic to you as they are for me.
Enjoy and happy writing!
Here’s a piece of my own:
I came to you… skeptical and hidden.
A bird with reservations and expectations in mind–
Wings spread and threatening to fly.
Fear dictated my every move shapeshifting strings and wood out of me–
All that was left, only puppetry–
as my eyes tore away from the that which lay ahead–
Tangled and dangling head thrust side to side trying to see ahead then behind
Mind stuck in reverse eyes to the sky–
Everything visible but present time.
Forward and backwards, backwards and forward I limped my way awkwardly toward the light
Until I reached the end
I stood at the edge of my journey– untangled, looking back at that which I could now see–
And then it was gone…
If I came with a warning label, it would read “poison”
Keep locked away, no contact with persons
No contact with self else lie in the wake
Of the girl before… before I did take–
Away all the semblance of what once could be
Devoured my passions, destroyed my own dreams
My own worst enemy I’ve proven to be
Don’t stick around or you’ll become me
… completely emo I know… but man has it been one of those times lately…