As the sun touches your skin a silhouette is cast with every step A part of each of us resides in that abyss and sometimes we forget that only exist because of the joy or the light in our lives Every word, Every line, Every sentence is something that anyone can feel and understand because we all have a shadow We all have a part of us that understands pain, sadness, and hardships but that’s not who we are These poems are from one shadow to another From one person to another You are understood
In my time of emotional distress I turned to poetry. In my adult life, I have felt pains I never thought one could and to cope I wrote short stories about how I felt. I was scared and i felt hurt and alone. The feeling began to change who i was and make me feel like a stranger. That stranger has now become familiar and I have learned to adapt to a new me, but it hasn't been much of an easy process.
A question came to me during a reset. A question that has started bleeding through my veins. A question I whisper over and over in my sleep. A question you think I am asking passively. But it stitches into me, coiling around my being. A question I keep asking because it doesn't make sense. All that is left of the world is a city. She is the only person left. She doesn't know what happened, where the people went, why there is no life. You are there. But who are you? Where are you?