D i s s o n a n c e.
The air felt off.
S h i v e r.
Her spine recalled something she didn't.
R e c o i l.
The past came too close.
F o r g o t t e n.
Names dissolved before they reached her lips.
W e i g h t.
It wasn't the dress, it was the rest.
C r a c k.
Something within her gave way.
F r a c t u r e.
Not loud. Just enough.
W i t h e r.
The leaves noticed before she did.
A s h.
That's what all warmth reduced to.
M e l o d y.
A sound she once was.
D r i f t.
She no longer walked, she wandered.
U n r a v e l.
Even her silence unraveled.
T h r e s h o l d.
There's always a line, even in mist.
S h a d o w.
She wore it like skin.
B e c o m e.
Not who she was. Who she had to be.
S i l e n c e.
Not empty. Just full of things that never left.
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
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Comments (13)
We wear so many masks, sometimes we forget who we really are.
The pattern of this is amazing. The hidden engima puzzle pure brilliance. Like undercovering a mysterious buried memory
Well-wrought! We are each, indeed, an enigma wrapped in a mystery, a silence worth exploring.
I love the structure of this Komal, it felt compelling and really drew me into the heartbreak the narrator is feeling.
This has to be the most cleverly done acrostic I've come across. Well done, Komal. And we are all shadows...until we tell it as it is.
Okay, I FELT THIS ONE IN MY BONES! And the way you meticulously and carefully spelled out the word “Enigma” throughout?!?! 😱 So many beautiful layers to this piece, and I ate it up like pie after Yuletide dinner. Great work! ♥️
Wow. Love this. Definitely exudes a creepy atmosphere. Wearing shadow like skin is my favorite line here.
Whoa that atmosphere! 🤯 The wording, the depth, the story - this was something else, Komal. It was like the darkness of forgotten memories shrouded every line. And "Enigma" - I got it, thank you for putting the secret code in there, you legend, lol. 😂 A fitting and perfect secret for this perfect poem.
Wow. That last line is amazing.
This is so mysterious and intriguing! It makes me want more of her story and what is she searching for?
Wow this is now and deep. We try to let go and get the memories never leave
Oh, this is so lovely, komal <3
Wow Komal, this is epic. I love how she became heavier with forgetting - such a unique examination of what it’s like to conform and compress the self in the worst ways