somewhere in the darkness,
a whisper.
I'm not brave enough to brave the world anymore.
a white flag of surrender,
tinted gray by the shadows.
I don't wanna have to take the pain anymore.
curled up in a closet, far
from the rest of the world, from the endless turmoil
of bitter lives concurring, from the relentless rain
of sun that mocks the starless souls below,
a little girl dreams.
dreams of petals dancing
dreams of grass swaying
dreams of laughter, pure and clear, startling
relucent dragonflies.
The world is big...
dragonfly wings,
scintillating in the darkness of her eyelids
as she closes her eyes.
There must be somewhere...
Author notes
prompt: recoil
When I found this prompt, the first thing I thought about was the image of myself... myself, young and naive and lonely, crying in a dark closet on a bright summer's day. Depression set in mercilessly that summer, and the reason for my being in a closet most of the time was that I wanted to hide - I was recoiling from all the troubles of the world.
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