ABIENCE
The absence of presence .
Prefers to stay away.
A silent spectator ,
Who hides her pain so deep
Even she cant find it anymore .
Emotionless with a distorted sense of time
She fears a future
Hates a past
So where is the beauty that lies in it all?
A story with a haunted past
A heart re built on broken glass
Encased in lace
She made the word look prettier
Beneath the skin
A spirit bold
Where stories remain often untold
“You have pretty eyes” say passers by
Little did they know those get drenched at night .
Now watch out and dont stumble ,
Or all the weight of your existence could crumble .
You crazy,crazy child
The world is your workshop
Dont confine to the structure .
Learn to unlearn
Unpack and repack
Find your balance , the centre you attract .
Let the weight of your shoulders slowly retract
You know you’ve truly made it when you dont have to hide.