Ashen Days
For the "Somewhere Between Here and There" Challenge
A void surrounds my being now,
horizon set as destination,
I’ll figure out it all somehow.
I ain’t yet in the shining white
but black is stranger to me too.
I’m plodding toward newer light
with foggy grey my stopgap view.
The sweetness of the overmorrow
haven’t quite yet reached my tongue.
But the bitter feel of bygone sorrow
has freed my long-exhausted lungs.
Laughter is a visitor who is yet to come
but past are days when tears of acid
turned my cheeks and chapped lips numb.
The rancid smell of dirt and molder
my cells adopted forcibly
is a ghost of past behind my shoulder,
a stepping stone to destiny.
Slight curve at the corner of my lip
gives away a secret, small.
There's joy entombed in muscles, deep.
They remember.
They recall.
My voice ain’t strong,
I cannot sing,
but muted days are in the past.
Whispers,
susurration of my breath
breaks through muteness rampart fast.
More than lifetime’s worth of hurt
has cut me, sliced me, diced me up.
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been burnt,
I’ve gone through years on empty cup.
My gaze, freed at last.
It's fixed.
It’s set.
On beauty, grace, divnity
the horizon promises
amid its flickering serenity.
About the Creator
Cristal S.
I’ve noticed when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡
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Comments (3)
This feels like such a powerful journey from darkness to light.
So many can relate to the years on empty cup. Love the metaphor. Lovely sad and wonderful poem. Bless.
"I’ve gone through years on empty cup." Many lines resonated deeply with me and this was the most. Loved your poem!