Dancing Lights

The sunlight danced on my skin as it hit my face, and creeped down my neck

and slowly made its way down to every inch of my beloved body

I have spent to long in the dark, for I had almost forgotten how the sunlight felt when

it touched your skin or the way the trees move with the warm summer

wind, or how the grass feels in between my toes, and the smell of fresh soil.

 

For I have spent far too much time hiding,

being afraid that someone would see my scars 

that led me to a tunnel of darkness in my heart.

so afraid of what people might say,

led me into more demons than my own desire

 

As the warm sun touched against my wrist,

it was a feeling I had never felt,

the sun had gone into my veins, 

and into my heart,

and warmed more than skin, that did us apart

 

As i lay here in the green grass,

and smell the fresh soil of the earth,

it didn't matter to me if I got burned,

for the darkness that once consumed me,

was now burning up inside,

and the demons that once reached me,

have been blinded by the light 

 

And my skin that was once untouchable,

was being grasped by the light,

but the light doesnt shine forever, 

as the clouds cast apond the sun,

for the shadows will soon find me at dark,

 

I dont wanna go back into the dark..

i wanna stay in light 

where the birds sing, and there are no screams

and wind blows through my hair, no more slience.

 

For you cannot slience me anymore,

you cant throw you heavy soul into my arms,

for i have been cleansed, and from that day foward

I took down my curtians and opened my windows,

for the light entered my dark cold room, and brought 

light into something so rayless

 

And the dark circles that covered my eyes

from the nights I felt the loniest, 

the nights it was too hard to be alive.

had faded into the light and the wasted mascara,

that never stayed on what melted down my face

like a crayola crayon left out in the sun.

 

Stop being so colorblind, and open up your eyes,

this world is filled with colors and love, 

we all need to help each other when life gets rough,

instead of making fun of those who are tired and sad,

we can all walk hand and hand,

no matter what race, religion, gender, or skin color

we all deserve to be happy, no one deserves to be left in the dark,

 

                                        (ARAC)

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

Linda Russom

Beautiful and so full of imagry and love!

Colorless

"wasted mascara"- Beautiful!

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