15 August 2012
I turn my face to the sun and walk,
My love a shadow, long,
Stretching out,
Reaching for my heels,
Trying to take hold again,
To wrap grey-black tendrils
Around my veins and
Stop me moving on, forwards,
Towards the light of a better life,
An independence I've lacked,
Instead of living in the shade cast
By the obelisk of your heart,
Where you can gnaw at the edges
Of who I am,
Moulding me to fit your plan;
To keep me waiting, pale, fading,
From lack of light, love, life,
Hanging on to a thread of you.
But I've decided, you can't keep me
As a fall back, as a plan-b;
If I'm not the centre of your world,
How did you become my universe?
And it hurts, scorches, sears,
Chars my skin to a peeling black,
Crumbles me like
Fragile embers in the wind,
Bleaches my retinas,
Burns on an image
Of how we used to be.
But still, I turn into the sun
And walk on.
Sun • Opuss № I