I’m afraid to speak my own name
For it has been tarnished.
Life is a stern mistress
And I will forever be punished.
Time can never mend
These broken bones and burnt flesh.
The past is haunting.
It grants me no rest.
My character now is poor
Harsh and uninviting.
Anger consumed my body.
Now, my heart is dying.
The rain casts a heavy weight
On this, my weakened umbrella.
But still, I hope
To reunite with the old Daniella.
2 comments
This is beautiful… And coincidentally it resembles my life… Or atleast how I read it
Thank you so much. I’m glad you can relate to it. It’s always nice to know people are feeling the way I am feeling. But at the same time I wish you didn’t have to feel the way I feel. I hope life gets less difficult for you and you don’t have to feel so down.