Sun Goes Down (Stories From The Vault)
This story from the vault takes the form of a poem originally written in June of 2021, with minor edits in October of 2021.
Melodies form in my head,
But not even I can hear them.
Swirling and singing,
But I can’t bear to listen.
What a world, what a beautiful,
Terrible, wonderful world.
Haunting my dreams.
Daring me to breathe.
I would rather run away
Than face anything here.
I’d never dare to act
On the desires deep within.
I am not someone who jumps.
My footing is never sure.
Leaps do not come easily.
Leaps do not occur at all.
I walk the long way round.
I take the safest road.
I test the rocks to find,
The sturdy, steady, firm, ground.
Tears are brought to my eyes,
But they never fall.
I wonder, I wander, I dream,
Whether they were there at all.
