Dark

It’s hazy;

Yes, I’m unaware.

Someone called me?

Am I deaf?

I do not know.

My squeaky heart lies entangled in confusion;

Do I really deserve it?

I hope it isn’t a mirage.

I wished upon a star in an empty sky;

To make the unreal come true;

That’s what I felt,

Unreal.

Beads and jewels of hard work and fruit,

I wound them all into an enchanting bracelet;

Yet it terrifies me to adorn that trinket;

For it might have thorns.

“Doubting yourself too much;”

Says the devil on my shoulder,

“This wasn’t expected from you.”

These six words shudder me the most.

I find myself crushing the house of my dreams,

Right when the last brick is left to stack.

Each night the moon whispers,

“Are you happy?”

Am I?

Voices fight inside me even as I write this.

No. Contemplation and Joy can have lunch together.

Fate loves me too much.

The devil keeps visiting me now and then;

We often like to meet at cloud nine.

I’m slowly getting used to this.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Thankfully,

The little flame inside of me is still awake.

It gets down on days;

Sometimes it’s dangerously beautiful.

I don’t really want to abandon this thought;

It’s a wonderful mess.

For even when it’s dark,

I shall waltz with the shadows under the moonlight.