* I wrote this for Cait because she is awesomeness personified.
She descended the spiral staircase
that was within her mind.
Gradually, as she
the light became filled with shadows
and the air became cold.
At the bottom of the staircase,
her feet touched a dirt floor.
She could smell growth and decay.
Taking a step,
she looked around her
and saw only the darkness of trees.
They stretched so high up
that she could not see their branches.
She could hear them whispering.
As she walked on,
the shadows became darker
and filled with smoke.
She could hear the tree branches whisper.
As they spoke,
the words sent shivers along her skin:
“There will be no one else to love you.”
“Don’t you realise that you are alone already?”
“Who would ever love a freak like you?”
“All anyone sees when they look at you is your disability.”
“How could someone love a broken person?”
She covers her ears
and looks up into the sky,
trying to see the tree tops,
hoping to see some kind of salvation
She stands in the dark forest,
her body quaking with
It is the last emotion that stops the quaking
of her body and starts the shaking of the trees.
The dark forest begins to undulate,
as the light within her
begins to grow.
She holds out her right hand
and a small flame appears,
flickering like a candle,
in the centre of her palm.
She knew that the voices of the dark forest were wrong,
that she deserved love,
she was worthy of love,
that she was not broken,
that she was more than her disability.
As she begins to walk
back the way she came,
her light of hope shows her
what the shadows really are.
They are smoke and whispers,
the playthings of the dark,
only nightmare shapes
that infiltrate her thoughts.
As she ascends the stairs,
the brightness in her palm,
grows stronger and more brilliant.
When she reaches the top of the staircase,
the dark forest of her mind kept at bay for now,
the hope light
begins to hum.
She brings the flame to her ear
and listens to what
it has to say.
Reblogged this on Cait Gordon, Author and commented:
When you’re friend comforts you…with a poem…written for you.
Thanks a million! You’re the tops!