I will never forget the feeling of sunshine on my face

A Poem by Shravya

A string of lingering questions from my mind thats been mildly bothering.

When I die, will they remember
who I used to be?
before my mind consumed me
and I was just a girl,
bright and resilient
free from the ghosts within me.

Will they remember
my laugh and warmth?
or the confusion and hate
I had in my final moments,
or the quiet and loneliness
when I distanced myself.

Will they remember at all?
because I will,
even when I’m dirt and ash,
the memories will stay.
Like glitter on skin.
A sign of my past glory,
now faded into thorns.

Pricking my consciousness and
questioning where -
all my light and passion went
but I cannot answer,
for I don't have one.
So I sit in silence.

Hoping that one day,
I will grow wings.
And the world will be kind
to not cut them off,
but I'm afraid
they already are.

They say when you die -
your entire life
flashes between your eyes.
And I know that
I will never forget the feeling
of sunshine on my face.

The way the warmth
seeped into my skin,
mirrored your hand
when you touched me.
But now I'm in the dark,
the past feels like a luxury.