Stories. Thoughts. Ideas. Musings.
The piano’s melody lulling me into a sense of comfort
Allowing me to open my mind
Bypassing the masses
Who congregate
Side by side
So close but so far
No one speaks
Eyes gazed as they scroll through endless social feeds
I look at the world around me
Taking in all the simple beauties of the world
Music
The welcome savior
Of the social media confides
Taking a deep breath
She held it until he lungs hurt
Letting the air explode from her lungs
But ended in a sigh
She had to do this
There was no choice
Even knowing this didn’t help her move her leaden feet
Her free hand clung tightly to her black dress
Her other hand trembled uncontrolled as she clutched the card she made
She closed her eyes
Forcing her tears back
As she walked through the door
And signed the guest book
“With deepest sympathy, I will always love you my friend.”
Thin fingers drumming the wooden desk
Echoing loudly in the silent room
This didn’t break her focus
As she watched the clock slowly click
A bead of sweat trickled slowly down her cheek
The anticipation was killing her
She bit her lower lip as she looked around the room
The alarm of the timer went off
Causing her to jump quickly from her chair
She rushed to the door swinging open wide
The smile plastered on her face faded
As she was met by emptiness
Hanging her head defeated she grabbed a black sharpie
She slowly added a grey line from the faded tip
Her eyes glazed as she saw the endless ticks on the wall
Too many to count
Days faded into months, weeks and years
She started the timer again
The countdown flashing behind her
Sitting in the chair she sighed
Hoping the next time the beeps filled the air
Would mean she wouldn’t be alone
Winds whipping
Sending rain in every direction
The only light is from the bolt of lightning
This shocks my heart
Reminding it to keeping beating
In a sea of calm
This is my personal storm
The one I must face head on
I will not allow stress to suffocate my voice
My sadness will be used as a weapon
My pen will face off with its sword
My passion flows through the ink
Making my pen mightier than anything the darkness can throw at me
I will elevate my creativity
This word is full of people
Who feel self-entitled
Who want to be dignified
They’re more important
They’re above you
Above us all
These ideals are what holds us back as human beings
Your job
Your economic status
Your religion
Your sexual orientation
Your gender
Nor your skin color
Makes you no better than anyone else
I wish people would see
It’s an imagined social status
That is segregating people
Causing more riffs
Turmoil
For what?
Stroking your own ego?
You are the fool
And those who embrace humanity
We are the many
Our words of love
Will not be hushed
By your spews of hatred
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