she runs from colored woods
wiping the rements of liquid petals
off her face; starting again.
welcome to square one girl
she walks through checkered scraps
allowing palms to kiss
painting them in air brushed tints
and the sunsets to come.
...
weeds stretch out to scar
so again she replaces the mask
the sunset fades and darkness
takes its place.
months without release of thought
locked inside yourself;
keep it in, hold your breath
they won't like you for you.
...
the real you floats
becoming visible against the surface
the weeds engulf you
but your too far gone.
kinetic energy fills your veins
and flowers try to outgrow
feverish weeds; wouldn't
it be easier just to give them
the real you?
Author notes
[O]h.my.julie[t]
Prompt:
"Shut your eyes tightly
Clench your fists 'til they almost bleed
Cautiously, lightly
Gently expose what's underneath
And all you feel now
Is the scarlet in your day
Even it's real
You can't stay..." -Scarlet by Brooke
This is what I got out of it:
Middle of nowhere, Finally you can breathe:
The person's been through something, and starts over, she feels free again, she's alone and doesn't need to trust anyone.
Clench your fists until they almost bleed Cautiously, lightly Gently expose what's underneath:
Be strong (make a fist!), and show yourself to the world, the real you, not the mask you've been hiding behind for so long.
...
And even if it's real, you can't stay:
They know the real you know but you're vulnerable and you're hurting. You're still afraid they won't like the real you and your past will come to haunt you
There you go You're gone for good:
So you hide yourself again behind the mask. And you're hurt too deep now. the real you will never come to the surface again.
Your mind is swollen
From months of thought without release
...
Your thoughts are your thoughts only, no one will get to know them, you're locked inside yourself and you can't seem to escape. You're not happy because the people that like you don't like the real you.
And this very moment Of timid and fragile honesty Is precious and rare:
So the real you comes to the surface 'cause you just don't have the energy to hide yourself anymore (depression: No energy for life)
Thanks for reading (:
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Comments
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It's beautiful. Brilliant place to take the prompt. Such a great song deserved such a meaningful write =)
-Katie
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