conceal

nineteen years // picked myself up

Every now and then

The soft and subtle glints

Light up the world 

Just before my ship is dashed against the rocks 

I do not know

This world of sudden smoothness

And I come undone 

In just enough time to steer towards the shore

It is cyclic

A constant spin in space and time

Each time the frost caresses the leaves and they fall 

But the warmth lets them grow anew 

Is there any way

To accurately verbalise this feeling?

To categorise it and put it in a box

Like a pinned butterfly ripe for display

This thrilling, pulsating feeling

Deep in my chest

Like a seed that’s been sown and kept in the dark for too long

Finally, free to see the light

Do I keep it to myself? 

Allowing it to feel the soft summer warmth

Only when it is about to wither? 

Do I let it out into the cold, cruel world?

Unsure of whether it will freeze or thrive?

Every now and then

The soft glimmer of sunlight

Hits the darkness of worn out soil 

Two tattered, worn out pieces of cloth

Sewn together. 

Author's Note

december 2016- I fell in love and it was a bad idea. I think this is my only poem based on that kind of emotion.

Reviews

[Fromtheisland19]

Absolutely loved this piece..