I Believed She’d Always Be
youthfully drowsy, I believed she’d always be
but I felt it, the fragility, the fatigue
the trauma racking mentally, frequently
allowed for it to creep silently, to fester
to make her air thick and her words slick
still, I couldn’t fathom such a stealthy killer
such an intimate thriller for the soul to behold
even behind the scenes, the illusions eased
until the rooms grew dimmer, and they withered
right before my untrusting, denying eyes,
until I was exposed, the smallest one out
stumbling in the dark, no merciful moon
to temper the shock so soon
– B. Brown
This is a poem from my first book, Amnesia. It was a struggle to write the first part because I tore into a lot of dark spaces in my mind. I had to explore and confront that year that poses as only yesterday, when my world distorted and contorted into something unrecognizable. I managed to survive it, though, and come out stronger. But even today, I still wonder how different my life would be if it wasn’t for that plot twist.
(fantasy art: The Drowning Eyes by Cynthia Sheppard)
I feel your heartbreak.
Much love to you!
Thank you 😌
To sacrifice your soul to eyes that barely know, to dig into a place, of darkness and disgrace. We Thank you TT