Steph Sinclair
Bio
A young poet.
Stories (14/0)
Your Curse
I don’t quite understand how you have scarred me so deeply, that even after years of having not thought of you and it has been so long that I can no longer remember what your face or voice were like, it feels extremely odd to have but one small mention of you break me so wholly. How, may I ask, am I ever supposed to lead a life of my own, when you have left such a dark spot upon my soul? Or am I never to let you leave me and to let you live my life for me? Was that your plan all along that you would fix me, let me think I was okay, and then the minute I wasn’t, I would be made to give my life to you, as your own to lead as you wish? In order for me to repent and be forgiven for showing the cracks in your work, my soul would be yours? The moment I decided to let the cracks show and let anything that wasn’t by your design and perfect take over me, you had to claim my existence as yours? So you could have nothing but the shell of my body, the hollow remnant of my existence, for your own to play with and control as you please for all of time. It’s been so long I don’t know if you’re still alive and yet your evil still lives on in me, controlling me, making my life yours, allowing you to preserve your mark on this world. It lives in me making sure that the whole world will know and remember your evil.
By Steph Sinclair5 years ago in Humans
Death
Death is like this flashing hot, painful contradiction, of an ugly pain and beautiful release. A calm frenzy of fleeting life and a painful battle to keep it. And in these contradictions lies truth and pure emotion. Dying will bring hope back into your body and feed you with ways of giving up and accepting fate. No matter how you may feel dying is in the back of your mind telling you you're done. And when you come to accept this fate the only one there is you lose that flashing hot pain, replaced with a flashing white light, and the feeling of comfort and release. Death is like this, warm and comforting. Embrace it and it treats you with mercy, fight it and it is ruthless. Death is like this in its most basic form: inevitable. So, accept that one day you will die and that for the most part, you can control how and when. But always know that you can’t avoid it forever. This is what death is like.
By Steph Sinclair7 years ago in Poets