I was asked to stay out –
the attic contained spirits that destroy peace
they were best left locked in there
The question I failed to ask
-Whose peace would it destroy?
-But I did my best
to be a guardian of peace
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” — Anaïs Nin
I ventured to clean the attic
and found a gemstone there
It came with a warning
swallowing it can cause death
it cuts your insides
like no blade ever can
but I felt so incomplete
without internalising its glow
I did swallow…
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The past, when painful, is best left behind or up in the attic .. not always possible. I know for a fact. Your poem packs a punch and is beautifully composed.
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Thanks!
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“the attic contained spirits that destroy peace”
Love this idea here Reena 👏
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We would better not look into the past 😊
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You’re welcome
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Some things are deadly if swallowed…intriguing poetry, Reena!
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And yet, so irresistible. Finding your true self is one of those.
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Some things hidden can be very desirable… those are sometimes also the most dangerous.
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Those are the dichotomies of living.
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Interesting poem and the glow was too difficult to ignore.
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Thank you, Diana!
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I would never go rummaging in attics, Reena, not knowing what I will find. Thankfully, our attic is empty except for a thick layer of insulation.
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Good to have that insulation 😃 and empty attics are an achievement.
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