your face is the light at the end of the tunnel

your face is the light at the end of the tunnel

A Poem by Ashinna

I used to sing sad songs
In cold rooms.
Frozen Fingers
And Lifeless Eyes.
Attempted to smile, but it felt fake.
Not a single sound of happiness i could make

For so long I'd thought my soul was inconsolable
I'd been drowning in this pain.
Searching for help, wishing for some hope.
Sinking, deeper... and deeper
I was just about to surrender to the waves of depression.
Let it devour me, take the bit of myself I had left.
I closed my eyes...

Unfamiliar noises filled my sharp surroundings.
Nothing new I'd thought.
Insanity practically vanquished my brain.
Let me take one last look at what's left...
So I tore my gaze away from my horrible past,
to see...
In Plain view...
My Beautiful Rescue...

 


I Breath of change.
I Rise slowly from the depths of sorrow
Take my hand, a rush of a lost feeling caresses
my cold body...
Everything that I had thought I'd lost in the
Storm... You have.
And piece by piece you're bringing me back
I'm no longer drowning...

© 2010 Ashinna


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I like the use of capital letters in the last verse, "I Breathe", "I Change". The capital on the second word gives it emphasis. I don't really agree with the capital on "You" in the line, "You have." This phrase feels more like an interjection or an aside. In a play, I think the actress would say this quietly. It still has emphasis, but the force is created through understatement rather than volume. Visually, I think I would also like a contrast between the immensity of Storm and the essence of you.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Ashinna
Ashinna

Prince George, Canada



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I'm 16. I love writing, its how I express myself. It's how I let go, learn, writing calms me. I am now 20. Looking back at my writing. I miss myself. So here I am, to write again. more..

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