You walk through the hallways when the lights are dim-- as if the dark followed you.
Your footsteps lightly stepped into the class, the air hot and the lights off
you turned it on and you sat down.
Silence all around you, your heart beating really fast and your palms sweating, your breathing becomes heavier and you can't move a thing.
Sooner later you hear that laugh, you hear the sound of the laugh that has traumatized you over the past couple months, his footsteps are clear and you know them very well
it gets closer and closer
your heart's racing
you hear the sound of your breathing form into silent "help me, i'm scared"
you sat down still and your head was hanging low--
but darling I promise you,
Just as how things were dark and heavy, no matter how scary, you will be given that light-- that light will come to you in many forms. It will come.
It will surely come. I promise you.
YOU ARE READING
I Want to Speak
PoetryI know you've been through mountains before and I know you kept on swimming when you felt like drowning, I know you kept walking even when your legs are bruised and tired, I know you kept hoping for the light even in the darkest of the night-- and I...
