D̶e̶a̶r̶ flame.
(Maybe) I understand now,
Why you never made visible
the space beneath you at the candle base.
I often wish,
To actually become invisible.
No, I'm not invisible right now.
People feel me alover.
I wish I actually have a moment,
With no- one knowing my presence,
Even subconsciously.
I know you wish that too,
Perhaps thats why you burn anyone
Who holds you a little longer.
Of course, everyone knows you from far,
The illuminating spotlight.
So- I guess, I do understand.
You like the control of the future,
Future of never having any regret.
Never regretting opening up,
Never hurt by someone
Never shivering under (y̶o̶u̶r̶)someone's caress.
Never to be pitied or worse,
Taken for granted in this dark dark room.
But what can I do,
People breathe in both smoke and fog,
Subconsciously- never to be seen.
Just felt and used until-
Until, there's no air to breathe
Or worse, Until I make them feel,
The presence, and not absence, of my existence.
But indeed dear flame,
Stillness and peace is just colourless-
Not invisible for me...
CZYTASZ
Cottage Chronicles
PoezjaLife's chronicles from love, sorrow, anger, guilt, shame, happiness buried in a poetic cipher. Would you like some words and wine, on wooden floorboards? ©️ Feronia Grey
