She lay awake in the quietness of dark, Letting the silence expand beyond the walls, And pressed against her thoughts, That would not let her sleep off.
What if the dreams she dared to have would wither, break, or fall? What if the life ahead was less— Or nothing much at all?
And as her eyes closed at last, The darkness began to blur, She slipped through time— With her tears rolling down from her eyes.
Would she be kind? Would she be whole? Would the love be there for her? Or would the regret be carved in stone, And the fear beyond repair?
She found a place in hilly place, Where old songs softly played— With scattered books and leaning plants, And art that bore her mark.
She watched herself move through the day, With calm she’d never worn, A woman shaped from passing time And still holding all she knew.
She hadn’t chased a perfect dream Or waited to be saved— She chose the slow, unpolished path, And walked it just the same.
No fairytale or perfect match, No love too sharp or sweet— Just quiet joy in second tries, And truths she didn’t revise.
She wept for all she never knew, And something more profound— The girl she was had found a place And still thriving in her way.
Then she woke as time fell in place, The night had now turned to dawn— A smile formed upon her face, For she had known her scars—
And realized they didn’t make her less, Or turn her light to gray— She was the one she hoped to be— Not perfect, but okay.
P.s. submitting at like 10pm. Might be a little 3hr late. Anyone here after reading all this 11-stanzas-something junk, I'm surprised you're still there. Honestly i had already given up on this. It's so black and white and plain but since I'm dedicated to this weekly jam I'll be posting this and it might create a cute moment if you come across this and even comment (even if I have so many conflicting thoughts about this)
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