I wonder, more often than not
Whether my will to find you is strong enough
Enough that I’d sacrifice all I am
But then I stop wondering,
Hiding from the fear that I’m too weak to let you go
The whirlpool pulling me in
Needn’t try so hard,
If I just give in
I couldn’t tell you in words
How much damage you left me with; your father blames me
I do too
Maybe if I tell myself enough,
I can move on
I repeat the words as the sand beneath my feet starts absorbing me
The vines of the protruding tree holding me still,
Threatening me to choose my fate
The humourless laugh, I hear
An eerie beckoning creeping down my neck
Come with me
But I hold on
I hold on, even if my mere presence won’t affect a single soul
Then I remember why I have wisteria around me
Why I could feel my legs no longer
It’ll be alright
The voice haunts me again, as my conscience drifts away
My strength far too weak to pull myself upright again
Hope flourishing at the thought of seeing you again,
An idea much more satisfying
Than to live in a world with only the ghost of your presence
With one last breath,
I set myself free.
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