There is a universe inside my chest turning into a black whole instead of being born. It wants so badly to live but the ruler of my cosmos is Death and disintegration is the way of things here. So instead of watching the light show of beautiful dreams coming into being, I watch the darkness play with all the colors of my worlds before it eats them alive. A universe cries a symphony on its way to oblivion, and the silence grows with the impending abyss until all there is to do is remember. Every hope is born of stillness if you trace it back far enough. And wonder is borne of The Mystery always waiting in the dark. And so, I let go, and I am not afraid. ©️ 2023, Sheya Forest
What Waits in the Dark
Acceptance, Adversity, Cosmos, Cycles, death, Endings, freeverse, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Poetry, Sky, The Void, Transformation, Transition, winter, World
I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.