November
16
The Fall we Never Meant to Take
A cocky child, clutching to a fiction scene
my brain reenacted in repetition. Young bird, pushed
from a nest by their own self esteem.
My dearest self, you were in bliss and always
hopelessly ignorant. You decided a path and now we
reap the consequences with shattered pride
and glowing eyes.
These consistent thoughts, always terrorizing our mind.
To this day, I can still feel the rolling waves of depleted energy
from that night. The moon shattered and
all you could do was watch it crash and kill.
We are no longer a soldier in stained armor, still,
it’s been a year and we beg to go on another.
I wear the scars with this chin up, but unknown in our own skin.
You would be proud.
We are proud.
– Fell-ow’s