May 2017 – The month that was

May was sadness and a sun hiding behind rain clouds. It was travelling even more and going out and hiding behind a laughter that wasn’t quite my own.
I did so many fun things, but everything was obscured by a grey-veil. A cold, numbing veil that covered up my days and left behind trails like muddied snowflakes.
The days seemed fleeting. There was loneliness and moonlight pooling in my almost grey eyes. A sorrowful silence between breaths and words.
 
And out of the shadows, there was a familiar, yet dark voice. Asking me where I am. (“I’m right here.” “Just let go…, let go…“) Sometimes. It’s too dark out there. & some people pull you too deep down…
 
But it’s almost summer now. And I’ve already discarded my old cocoons like cigarette ashes. For I’ve realised that all my limits are self-inflicted. And I might have been Persephone, but Hades: you only rule the dead and I never even cared for you anyway.

 

2 Comments

  • Eirene

    June 20, 2017 at 20:18

    @Michelle Thank you! Of course I’ll read them, send me the link!

  • Michelle

    June 20, 2017 at 04:54

    Your writing is divine and I wish every now and then again that I could write on your level. I do poetry on a Facebook page. Maybe one day I can link you to it and you could read it? I’d love your opinion of course!

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