Day 2 …. That Was Me
I’m standing in library, I have no clue as to why. Could it be my minds library has opened it’s door for new memories. New anthology to the categorised lessons I’ve learnt, that somewhere in the back- there’s a safe. That has all these mixed emotions of nightmares & fantasies. I looked out of the window & found the grave of my past love, showed the date that our love was ignited from ashes a phoneix grew. It spread its wings so far that it moved some of our stars and touched the edges of the Milky Way. So every time our love was trying to climb up that hill that love usually abandons us on- it held on. Pulling at the fibres that made our hearts into one, tearing through vital organs of our love. It tore the trust, pressured the loyalty & suffocated the company- we was bleeding internally. Bleeding from our souls- 7th Ocotober 2010. That’s the day love died, that was me.
I’m standing in my old house, the door hanging like the weeping willow that’s bent it’s trunk. Bowing almost to greet me with wooden splinters of doors slamming, refuge finding. Just waiting to walk through that door. The floor still creaks with recognition of some kind, even when my soul is whispering. The board will alert the others that if they listen they can hear the humming birds wings flutter. The walls still leans with every once of struggle I bored on these walls, I spoke to them hoping some voice within them would speak. Tell me what my bed thinks of me when I’m not around, what my pillows says after I’ve her in sorrow. Of love going wrong not going right or that life was stuck, I couldn’t find the light- my lamp removed it’s source of guidance & clarity. Making me fall for the darkness’s games of ‘guess what’s in front of you’. So I stumbled over my fear, fell onto my pride & shattered the iPhone screen of my self esteem. You see I needed the light even when it was on I needed it even more. I needed someone to shed some light, that was me.
I’m standing in a park, watching ghosts of old memories resurfacing. Like my chest of old photographs have been placed into a feature, 45 minutes of my childhood memories. How my dad would carry me on his shoulders, carry my soul to a place of innocence. Where I could enter my fantasy land, where the slide was the path to my kingdom. Where my house is a cupcake & assorted sweets are my neighbours with spaceships sorbet as clouds. Strawberry laces as trees stacked together with a little bit of hubba bubba gum for leaves. You see my imagination was like reading a comic book, I made things come alive. I even made Barbie & Ken go to counselling. I made the Trolls cut their hair & get a job, told them that being naked would only get them so far. That Pinky & The Brain need to get a life, they won’t conquer the world. And Tom & Jerry just need to make peace- chasing & hating something you won’t ever catch so just be at peace . That was me.
Sincerely Yours
Isha A Poet xx
