Echoes of Life (a Raven’s Awakening poem)
I find poetry a great way to climb into a new character’s mind, and Raven’s Awakening is a WIP I have that is quite different from the rest of my books. It’s much darker, more intense. Raven’s punishment for deeds done in a past life gives her a rather dark perspective…
Echoes of Life
I spend every day of my life pretending to be okay,
pretending to be normal.
I play the role of a lifetime, acting as though I’m not empty inside.
As though I don’t have an abyss in my chest where my heart is supposed to be.
As if my soul isn’t utterly broken.
I smile. I laugh.
I go home and try to breathe as the memory of what another’s skin against my own feels like, beats at me relentlessly, like the waves on an angry shore.
This is my life.
How can I not question why I even go on?
Even my vast imagination, which can conjure things in my dreams that would rival any fiction, can’t imagine such a foreign ideal as finding happiness.
I am forever alone. I am other.
I’ve heard it said that you can die from a broken heart, but what if you were born with a broken heart?
Were you ever really alive to begin with?
Regardless, I do not fear death, for it certainly couldn’t be more painful than life.
The horrors of life have inoculated me to the terrors of death.
Am I to be pitied or envied?