Pearlescent

A little poem from my random Bursts of Words collection.

I once had a collection of pearls in an iridescent shell. Each one contained a piece of my heart. Some I wore on a necklace when I needed them while others were safe away from the cruel world.

They shimmered in the sunlight and brought me strength when I doubted myself. With so many, I occasionally gifted one to the people I cared deeply for. Sometimes, they gifted one back.

One day, a man came into my life and shared his heart’s pearls with me, so I shared mine with him. A woman soon joined us, and our pearls glimmered as if from the same shell. They were beautiful together.

That was until I stumbled, and my pearls rolled away. My friends did not reach out to catch them. Instead, they stomped and crushed them to dust until my heart had no joy, no laughter, only emptiness. Once there were no more pearls, the pair left me to pick up the pieces.

I collected all the dust I could and placed it back in the shell. For weeks, months, I stared at that shell with my broken heart, occasionally peeking at the destruction inside. 

Each time I did, I cried until I was out of tears for the day. Begging my friends did nothing, only left more anger and pain within me.

Those who broke my pearls did not take responsibility but blamed me until I blamed myself. 

Eventually, I stopped looking in the shell, but the memory of the cracking pearls haunted my days and nights. I was adrift in this fog with no strength or solace. 

I ached with more pain than I could handle. It drained me, stole the last of my hope. Days, weeks, months passed as my heart remained pearlescent dust. I wandered aimlessly in a fog, going through the motions as one does when they have little to live for.

I cannot recall what made me look in the shell one day. A speck of hope or desperation. But when I looked, a pearl had reformed, and a piece of my heart along with it. 

Now, I open the shell to find more reformed pearls. 

They do not shine the way they once did, but the pieces of my heart come back one by one. 

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Let Me Hate You

A little poem from my random Bursts of Words collection.

Tell me you need me and that you care.

Let me hear you say I’m your superstar, your favourite.

Take all I offer and more.

Give me all you are and will be.

Take my passion.

Steal my creativity and inspiration.

Use me, then throw me away.

Don’t say you’re sorry.

Just let me hate you.

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Golden Liquid

A little poem from my random Bursts of Words collection.

I drink of your sweetness 

Rapture in a glass

Glowing and decadent, you dare to tame me

I pour truths under your spell

I slumber by your compulsion

And awake none the wiser to your wises

If only I could break the spell 

Alas, there is no cure, only a battle I am not ready to fight

So you claim me nightly

Soothe my wild thoughts until they are too hazy to see

I lose myself in your golden light

And I drown in the moment of peace you offer from the war in my mind

The golden liquid tames me, calms me, steers me from the truth.

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