A poetry spark in me that I thought was long gone...

by: Nili DooL

So it happened tonight as I was taking some fresh air in the deep night. My cheeks were hot, and my body was tired from all the dishes and cleaning. The cold, fresh air suited my face and lungs. It felt like a luxury compared to the mouldy inner walls. While gazing up in the dark sky, I saw there were stars blurry from my dirtied glasses. Still, the same old stars were there, as it was the dark depth of a dark sky. I spoke shortly with Goddess Nyx, talking about how beautiful she was, as she is every night... Then, I've confessed to her how my head has big dreams, but my hands aren't doing enough.

Then, in that moment, it was like I felt that same familiar spark. The one I used to feel all the time while writing poetry in my notepad and on leftover papers. The moment it returned, I felt like I could cry. I thought it long died from all the numb creativity that's been swallowing me lately. Still, here are some parts of it.

"A stray cat is seeing me
in the way I can't see myself.

The gaze is painted on my neck,

The gazes are glued to my eyes.

It's all familiar stares, 

disgustingly familiar eyes,

All I see is the empty grave, still no godmother in sight,

I have no ball to attend,

I have no golden shoe to lose,

I have no pumpkin to spare,

I see only lamplighters burning up my eyes,

My burnt eyes remain green;
no tears could reach my cheeks.

I see no cradle in sight,

I see no maiden wearing white.

The heater I lean on is working,

Still, the house's walls remain cold.

Where are my birds who sing?

Where are my mouse friends?

Where is the cruel world I was promised?

All I see is mists of smoke,

All I see is endless falling,

All I see is this rabbit hole I've been stuck in,

All I see is the clock, swallowing up my tongue,

All I see is rot, following me with every step,

All I see is the dove with the olive branch.

She gracefully gave it to me,

She joined me in this mouldy cage,

So, I keep the olive branch to my chest,

I keep this green gift close,

It brings me comfort that an empty grave cannot."

There it is! Don't mind the grammar mistakes 🤭. I'll probably have to fix all of this up! I'm just so happy to have this creative spark back. I've missed it a lot! I need to thank Nyx a lot.🖤

Here's the subliminal about writing poetry that Shell has made. If you're into subliminal messagning, feel free to give it a listen and send them some love.

Thank you for reading! If you have any thoughts, let me know~ 👇

by: Nili