aurora borealis

standing. looking. breathing.

 

if in the very beginning of a horrible ending she knew she would be standing here she would have fought harder. if she knew that the pain would be worth while she would have bled longer. 

now she

stands.

looking.

breathing.

in that exact moment as her legs sprawled out and her arms supported her up,

everything felt worth it. 

the tears, the pain, the sadness, the worry, the fear. 

green and blue streaks paint the dark sky as stars shine the brightest she had ever seen.

being in the city so long caused her to forget how bright the night could be without flashing signs and crazy colors. 

being in the city made her forget her one true goal;

to watch the sky.

 

she came alone just as she was left.

she left a note that would never be read and her phone that would never ring,

but she didn’t mind. 

watching the sky as the life behind her began making sense.

the world began spinning again.

 

she, now on her feet,

breathed. deeply.

slowly.

carefully.

 

for a second her mind went blank as she slowly let the fresh air fill her nostrils. 

in and out

 

slowly

 

as the streaks began waving in the same speed.

she stood thinking how nobody would care for her absence, little did she know the chaos at home. 

 

she never knew she was the glue holding everything together. 

without her things could easily fall into chaos.

she was a motivational spirit and a comforting soul, if only she knew the impact she had on her world. 

walking away she began thinking of the world she left behind. 

she began seeing how happy her world could be.

walking turned to jogging

jogging turned to running

and running turned to sprinting

 

before the night was through she was on a flight back home.

 

home.

 

finally back home

 

standing. looking. breathing. but finally living.

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This poem is about: 
Me

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