My Resurrection
I remember
The touch of your hands
Your warm lips on mine
The fire in your eyes
Your cool but warm breath
You knew my soft spots
You always had the key
I felt safe
You kept your appearances
You became my bad habit
You said you would love me always
You made me feel like a prince
I had no reason to doubt
*
Until that cold Harmattan morning
You left my keys for me
You left me for me
I broke down
I begged you to stay
I promised to be your good boy
I promised to come home on time
And sleep by you at night
I promised to do it for you
Like I had never done it before
But you were gone
Gone!
*
Now my life is moving on
I found my strength in me
I didn’t hate you
But I stopped loving you
I stopped existing
And I started living
I stopped crying
And I started building
I was restructured
I was resurrected
I was reborn
*
I found my feet were strong
Stronger than I ever thought
I stopped walking
I started running
I blew up
I spread my wings
Just like the butterfly
And I let the winds carry me
I healed.
*
Then I saw you
I saw your disappointment
It was not what you expected
There is no coin in his pocket
It is only keys
Keys of a heart trapped in him
His closet is worse than mine
You can’t run
My life is moving
Demons are chasing you
You can’t come back
It’s only a dog that eats his waste
You are not a dog
But a dog is wiser than you
You are dying
Fading
Washed up
Ha! You must run!
Run! Before he kills you
*
But don’t run to me
I live where the sky ends
You can only see me
But you can’t touch me
Or talk to me
I hope you read this
I am no more bitter
I am a survivor
If you read this
Don’t cry, it won’t help
Just try and run
Heal and live
It is life –
Yes, that is what you told me
Karma only comes
When you have forgotten
Written by Jaden Sodi
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12 Comments
Wayfaring Stranger
April 01, 09:45First to comment! Yay me.
kacee
April 01, 11:31Is there any award for that *rolls eyes*
Stranger
April 01, 13:17Ha. It’s the bitter spinster!
kacee
April 01, 15:16hmmmm could u sit on my left middle finger.
Delle
April 01, 16:18Bitch burn!!!
Khaleesi
April 01, 09:56Chaii … Lamentations of a broken heart, heal fast my dear, let him go and move on, he’ll get what he deserves if he deserves it…
bruno
April 01, 10:10hehe. everyone is the hero in their own story
Mandy
April 01, 10:16Lol. Don’t let the devil use you, Bruno 🙂
Marc Francis of Chelsea
April 01, 10:14Lovely.
kacee
April 01, 11:32This is beautiful Jaden Sodi.
Jaden Sodi
April 01, 12:51Thank you KACEE
Uziel
April 01, 14:07This would have made a better story than potery. That said, I hear ya.