I was listening to the song “When the Lights Die by Boyce Avenue today and was inspired to write this poem.
This is christyb, sending hugs to my poetic friends!
My Soul and Safety
When you left me
My soul had a hole,
Open as a window without fresh air
And thoughts that smelled of mold and discomfort.
No matter how much I itched at my arms
You never held them again
Or took my side,
Instead turning to someone else,
Without making sure I was safe from the nightmares
And ghosts of our good times together.
I once thought you were stronger than me
But now I stand in a room full of mirrors
And I see myself at all angles –
I am starting to like what I see
And I do not see you here.
©2013 Christy Birmingham