Yours Truly

The wick has burned down
and the room it turns dim.
I look down at my hands they
write in ink I resent again.

From a chrysalis I try birth
a word to take me away to fly
after I have changed so that
I appear pleasing to your eye.

But it is not and I’m the same.
I think you feel I try disguise
my intentions but I don’t so
read red words on paper dried.

My light it burns down wax
that is my fuel to keep warm.
For abundant in a world are
vicious lies and cold storms.

The candle dies I’m in dark
places of my soul I let go.
What you see with your eyes
now truly remains to be so.

(Original Post Apr 19, 2021<Edited 9/4/22>)

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Incredible writing. The last 4 lines are just brilliant.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Jester says:

      😊 Many thanks!! That is greatly appreciated.

      Liked by 2 people

      1. Yes of course! You’re very welcome!

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