9/5/2017 when the crow camethere was a black crow perched in front of me the day you left. right outside the window he sat, sheltered from the never ending rain coming in from the west. in its dark, ravenous eyes I saw everything. from the first I love you to the last, it was laid out before me in the eyes of the crow.
that bird would come and go in lonely waves of I miss you and nights I spent at my window searching for some sort of truth I never could seem to find. he would leave for days, weeks even, but he would always find his way back to me. eventually, the crow became an enemy of mine. he was no longer a confidant, but a vexatious visitor that couldn’t find it in himself to leave me. until one day, the crow didn’t come back. I sat alone in my room, and without his eyes to look into, I had nothing left to do but to stare into my own. I looked so deeply into myself that I swore I could see another version of her. I was the same, but different. it was me, a smile reaching my eyes, my head tipped back in laughter, and a certain childish joy illuminating me. and to my surprise, I was alone. with that thought in my mind, I looked at myself and decided that it was my turn to leave what was no longer making me happy. so I will heal, and I will make it beautiful. Comments are closed.
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