She didn't know
She was magic
She didn't know
That specks of fairy dust
Lingered
On strands of her hair
How long it took her
To realise
She could fly
What sparks of chaos
Could burst
From her fingers
At a frenzied attempt
At escape
She breathed in sunlight
And scattered spectrums
Not knowing
They fueled her
Feet pressed to the earth
Like lips in a kiss
To her lovers'
Prepared for flight
But unwilling to leap
Unknowing
Unseeing
Unsure
What chattering questions
In her own voice of doubt
Drowned out the words
The spirit of magic
Wished to convey
How often
Did the laughter of fairies
Elude her
Dismissed
As the distant ringing
Of bells
But persistent is
The ancient force
Of magic
It found her
In the form
Of sparkling eyes
In a long-forgotten face
In the trill of birds
In the hush of forests
In the gurgle of streams
In the pounding
Of her own heart
And the rush
Of the ancient blood
Of her ancestors
Flowing through her veins
She awakened suddenly
Dazzled
By a blinding light
That pierced her eyes
Sparkles of magic
Flowed
Through the air around her
Energy crackled in her hair
With electric power
She marveled at the strange light
Wondering at its meaning
How quickly she would learn
The light was her
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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Reactor 4
I only ask that you get what you deserve. After all these years of putting yourself first. I can't deny the shock nor the relief that somehow still hurts. It was either you or me that needed to leave and I don't know which way was worse. I'm glad I didn't lose my nerve. I'm glad you can't swallow me up anymore. The fallout was endurable because I had already planned on radiation poisoning. I witnessed the meltdown of our egos flush away any chance at redemption. I knew you weren't infallible but you still had to prove you were. How do I redefine myself when you were the one defining factor? What more can I disregard? Every single red flag and inconsistent flaw? Who was I before the procedure of lobotomy? You left me in standby mode and now I'm in recovery mode. Who am I after this hypothetical treason? If I remember the despair, then I remember everything. If I ever said forever, then I'm sure I meant it at the time. I watched these events unfold as if I wasn't an active participant. Life just happened as if I had no will or choice. I could have altered my course and sailed for new waters. Instead, I sat the helm and marooned this shipwreck into hostile Mercury. I tried to even the score and keep three steps ahead of you. Why did we treat this love like a competition? This board game of a marriage was a crooked one from the start. Rewards and punishments were the way I demonstrated my resolve. How could we have spoken the truth that everything was falling apart? How did I ever believe that you were redeemable once? I don't know if certainty will ever find me but I will search for it with the utmost sincerity. I've already pivoted from scheduled unhappiness. Deviating from unwelcome reality and inevitable consequences. I always wanted more but you always settled for less. The strongest commitment was the one I could only make for myself. It's just a flimsy word when actions don't align and you never follow through. I kept projecting the worst I could imagine and you still somehow managed to undermine even that. This broken alliance hasn't summoned a surrender out of me yet. I am still loyal and devoted, just to myself. You had me wallowing in pity notions and unfounded doubt. Because of you, selfishness is something I could do without. You were the collateral damage in the war against myself. You continuously chose yourself over everyone else. Somehow, you still bring out the worst in me. Somehow, I still let you have this profound effect on me. What is this hellfire I keep waltzing through? Why do I allow this hysteria to continue? Will this lunacy ever end? When will your ghost stop haunting me and let me move on? I have new elevations to conquer. I have more sights to behold. I must cut out this cancer like a tumor in order to heal. This meltdown is imminent and must be shut down. I can't escape the contamination but I can escape you. We have been hazardous to ourselves and it's time for inoculation. My gas mask is useless but it's still my best defense. I will go left while you go right. I can't focus on you anymore if I want to flee from radiation sickness. I can still make it out alive. I know I can
By Anna Torres5 days ago in Poets
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