I was dying a slow death,
There was no heaviness in my breath,
I lost my ego and stubbornness,
I was drowning in the blackness.
*
That's when our lives crossed,
Like the moment a flower blooms,
My soul glossed,
Burning the blackness with your bright fumes.
*
The night broke into dawn,
But it felt like an eon,
No need of yesterday or tomorrow,
With You, This moment is enough for that I know.
*
Words are not required as long as we live,
Our eyes are enough to speak volumes,
With You every moment is festive,
Allowing each other to subsume.
*
Your presence has a sense of calm,
You are as beautiful as a poem,
It feels like a dream,
For we found each other in bedlam.
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MT Poetry
Poet-Hopeless Romantic-Missionary to the Misunderstood
The Cost
There is always a cost. Not the dramatic kind people imagine, not the cinematic sacrifice that earns applause, but the quiet, relentless toll that transformation demands. The cost begins long before you rise and continues long after you land. It threads itself through every choice, every boundary, every refusal to return to the version of yourself that once made survival look effortless.
By Elisa Wontorcik4 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
These illuminating lines. My goodness, beauty abound. This is so very lovely.
“My soul glossed, Burning the blackness with your bright fumes.” I relate to this line very much.