Hello, who are you?
Have you forgotten?
You were gone for so long.
You left me abandoned.
You were kept safe.
Was that the right choice?
I tried to protect you.
By keeping me hidden?
He became a priority.
And you are not important?
He was easier.
He knows you better than you know yourself.
He sees me.
But you do not see you.
You don't understand.
You must come back.
I've been holding the strings.
You've been holding too tightly.
I must or it isn't real.
But it fell apart anyway.
Smother it or it will die.
Drop the curtain and let it lie.
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Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (3)
I think this is the first time I am reading a monologue on Vocal. Just it is wonderful at the first sight.
Great concept for a dialogue poem and very well executed!
The poignant ending suggests a need to let go and find a balance between holding on and embracing the uncertainties of life, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.