From Shadows to Light
A Story of Healing from a Toxic Love
She ended up meeting him while still young, in a very innocent way, with hearts in her eyes,
A light so bright, a perfect disguise.
He whispered sweet words soft and low,
Promised forever; she didn't know.
At first, it felt exactly like dream,
But there were cracks soon underneath that gleam.
His words turned sharp, his love a chain,
A joy streaked by, then came sudden pain.
Lost in his arms, with that strange face,
She hid her light to keep him near,
Silenced her voice, swallowed her fear.
But one by one, the tears ran dry;
She found herself learning little.
Not for him-but herself,
A love that burned into me is now kept on the shelf.
Thus she stood tall; she walked away,
The girl who left was different, as it were.
Love should not learn to be, in truth, a cage, camouflaged as destiny.
Now piles of whole healed free,
Memory indeed chains her no longer.
From deep shadow to light of morn,
She found her way, she won the fight.
About the Creator
Hillary
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Maybe I never loved you, maybe I did, maybe I was caught up on how I lived. Maybe my dreams turned into fears, maybe you were the one to make it better, maybe I wanted this forever. Maybe I cared, maybe you didn’t, maybe I made promises before committing. Maybe it was you since 2008, maybe it was me, because I wanted to be great. Maybe I hurt you, because maybe you lied, maybe you destroyed me on the inside. Maybe I was bruised, maybe it was abuse, maybe my promiscuous ways made us fuel. Maybe it was mayhem, maybe it was childhood, maybe everything will never be all good. Maybe I needed to elevate, maybe it was God. Maybe it was all the time you spent with her, maybe it was marriage, maybe it was babies and carriages, maybe it was us sitting in the tree, maybe it was the chirping of my tweetle Lee Lee. Maybe it was love songs, maybe it was magic, maybe I should’ve waited for this tragedy. Maybe I’m embarrassed, maybe you’re ashamed, maybe love is just a runner’s game. Maybe I give, maybe you don’t, maybe I’ll care, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll come back, maybe I’ll pray, maybe there’s love in another way. Maybe your name means more than you think, maybe the time we spent doesnt change the way we seek. Maybe the heart’s were meant to break, maybe none of us are who we say. Maybe it’s over, maybe it’s just begun, maybe it’s because we were young. Maybe in time, maybe forever, all I know is that maybe isn’t never.
By Charelle Landers4 days ago in Poets
Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in BookClub
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Nice work. Question what was the trigger to write this article? Great work by the way…