The Dark Silence
A Constant Battle of Self
As she lay in the dark silence,
Her thoughts run wild.
They go back to the times, as a child,
When she would run free
When she would scream,
"You can't catch me!"
As she ran away giggling
Her little fat tummy jiggling
She never had to wonder
Never had to ponder
"How do I fit in?"
"Do I fit in?"
"Will they like me?"
"Do they already hate me?"
"I SHALL MAKE THEM LOVE ME!"
Love ,
What is Love?
She wonders,
She ponders,
She stares into the darkness and sees nothing
She listens to the silence,
She hears... nothing
Nothing
Sometimes she feels like nothing
Sometimes
But sometimes she feels STRONG!
sometimes she feels BRAVE!
sometimes she's not ashamed!
Sometimes she's proud
Sometime's she's LOUD!
sometimes, she just gets trapped in a dark silence,
That makes her feel less
But every time she finds her way back to the light
Every time, she then decides, to never stay silent.
About the Creator
Tiffany Hamilton
I am just a pebble in the sand, aspiring to become a rock.
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