There was nothing. Only silence and stillness.
And yet she felt everything. It was pure bliss.
She wished for it to stay. Forever.
She knew it would never come true. But she kept hoping only for it to be shattered.
Suddenly there was everything. It was flooding the void.
It was too bright and too loud. It was just too much.
She shied away but there was no corner to hide.
After what felt like ages,it stopped.
The void was slowly filled again. And she snuggled inside it.
But she was bruised and battered.
She began to heal. The scant nothingness closed her wounds.
Some were light, only their memories remained. Some were deep, they left scars.
But she would bear them with dignity and pride. Or did she pretend to?
She faced it all with open arms, teeth bared, ready to strike back.
She never let her guard down. How could she not.
Sometimes she wished if she could curl in a crook where the demons wouldn't reach her.
Where she could rest in peace.
POET'S NOTE: This is my first ever abstract poem. I read somewhere that poems should be from the bottom of your heart and that they should be your reflections. So I tried.
XOXOXOX
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Eidolon (on hold)
Non-FictionAn abstract of abstract poems from my heart. And a few random things I've written.
