Quote Of The Day 23/10/2019

WEDNESDAY, 23/10/2019:

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‘Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.’

– Cormac McCarthy

Hopeless Musing #19

Dark Creature.

 

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DARK CREATURE.

When I get asked how I feel, I don’t have an answer. Because the feelings I feel are buried deep, to keep the agonizing screams at bay, that sometimes I forget there are people who don’t have to hold themselves together for fear of their chest splitting in two.

I struggle to maintain eye contact with the people that ask me this question. I’m scared that they might somehow see the darkness I hide. This facade has taken years to master, but I know it would only take one second to shatter it into a million pieces, breaking my ribs as it claws its way out.

My darkness is the witness to the worst of humanity. It is a creature, burned by ravaging fire, red-raw and unrecognizable. A creature so twisted and demented it should be dead. It is a creature in so much pain, it shrieks in agony, begging for a bullet to the head.

That’s what I am.

A creature, buried alive in a shallow grave – my surroundings infecting every burn and cut with a dirt that will never wash off. I’m held just below the surface, just deep enough to dampen my screams before they rip through the cold air.

But nobody ever hears my dark creature.

It stays buried, where only I can hear it. Every moment is agony, but we’re bound by silence, this darkness and I – like the unwritten rules of a library. And like a library, we wander through the shelves, pretending the book we want isn’t already in our hands, and that the ending we want isn’t already written.

 

 

 

An Open Flame.

A poem.

 

where there’s fire

it will burn

and we all grow up

to learn that the prettiest things

are often those

that hurt us the most.

 

and some of us

learn the hard way

flaying our skin on

an open flame

and others never know –

they’re just told to stay away.

 

and that’s the difference

between us

a simple, red hot burn

but it’s enough

to be all the difference

you and i are from different worlds.

 

you sat by the fire

watching the flames dance

and seeing beauty.

and there in the background,

i sat from a distance

and saw the danger instead.

 

our lives are shaped

around our burns

and some have more than others,

i wonder what it would be like

if my burns

weren’t all that mattered.