All lights turned off can be turned on...
But what if there was never a light?
Not a glimmer of hope from the start.
You have never been a human,
only broken parts.
What if it has always been this dark,
this is just who you are.
Who you are meant to be,
is sad.
What if you took the blub,
smashed it on the floor?
Watched as it shattered,
then collected the shards.
And scarred your skin,
the only skin you will ever own.
The only body you can grow old in.
You're only home,
is scarred and charred,
a battlefield,
and nobody wants that.
Nobody ever will.
What if the scars had let in a certain kind of dark?
That cannot be removed,
that sticks to you and stays stuck.
In the crevasses beneath your shirt.
That can be scrubbed and soaked,
with all the suds in the world but will never come off.
A darkness that will never come off.
What if you have always been trapped in the dark?
You have been fumbling and faultering,
trying to find the switch,
somewhere along the wall.
but you have never seen it before.
What if you find the light and it scares you?
It is too bright,
causes a fright that shakes you to the core.
What if there was comfort in the dimness,
because when there is no light,
there is no spotlight shining down on you.
What if you are right?
What if all lights can be turned on?
And I don't want it on because it is too scary.
It is too much.
It is a lot all at once.
If the light is too bright,
and I find it.
Am I allowed to turn it off?
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