…don’t rhyme anymore

Our colours
don’t rhyme anymore
and sorrow’s soft refrain
is already echoing
in the deepening emptiness
gently beckoning to me
I have mixed emotions
constantly shifting
back and forth
between opposing realities

shades of blue
shades of black
now all that remains
of the spectrum
as I stand here alone
barefoot and broken
the light is finally fading
just as I have been fading
unknowingly losing myself
slowly becoming
a part of the dark

I am struggling to remember
who I am, who I used to be
and to come to terms
with who I will become
I struggle to understand
how I ended up here
and in this pivotal moment
I feel a soft touch
upon my hand
and my heart skips a beat

I look down and I see
a bright, light butterfly
resting gently, in my palm
her fragile wings, slowly beating
resonating
in the moonless darkness
of my aching soul
in the subterranean labyrinth
of my broken heart
in the dark void
of my endless night
and I finally allow myself
to be broken

all that I have lost
now shattered
into a thousand pieces
floating slowly around me
with that one lonely butterfly
and gentle wind from her wings
somehow comforts me
in this moment in time
it comes to me
that I can paint my own colours
and I don’t need you
to complete me
for you are now just something
that I have left behind
© Ann Bagnall