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Awakening red courage

Darkness descends, red wins

By Jacqueline CromerPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Awakening red courage
Photo by Alexander Mils on Unsplash

From the depths of my mind earliest memories rise and one stands alone

With sharp edges black like obsidian spear heads

It cuts my hands and the dark blackened red of the memories drip down to stain my soul

I grab the jagged cutting edge and I am able to review the past it plays like a dissociated movie loop

Showing the first waterfall of Turquoise tinted drops rushing
Down my nose past my chin

The flood drenching me filling me up and running to my toes

Soaking despair like the deep blue of an endless, bottomless s

Sweeping me with the strong current dragging me to the darkened depths

Sinking to the sand looking up as reality disconnects to protect the fragility of the mind.

A flash of red blasted up made me raise my head I crawled , and scratched to the surface encountering white light bright with purpose

It was up to me to rise and take on the monster residing in our home I could not run and hide this was no game but a flipped coin of chance a silvery streak of hope opposite side loss, death

My brother hung up the startch white phone, Grandmother's voice echoing in our childhood home

"I you can't stop him and I arrive too late call the cops he will kill her"
These words searing bright yellow nightmarish scenes in my Brain foreshadowing a cycle of pain

With bright ruby flashing in my eyes I took strength from its passionate depths and crawled quietly up the stairs to see a vicious hand on a throat and dangling legs. Time slipped like a CD to me pushing my way in between

Allowing her to take shuddering breaths welcoming the oxygen to burning lungs.

Hands falling back down to his sides, curled in fists trying to hide but you could see in the deep black endless abess sharpened obsidian eyes that midnight wave of viciousness waiting for another time to rise and rise

That day I gained and lost much gone was the glowing innocence eroded 1 ripped away. Courage found soul encased scarlet blasted armor walking unflinching toward his void

Borrowing strength from a volcanic hole found deep within Every time midnight darkness revives in those bottomless black eyes the ruby armor in me arises

inspirational

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