In The Dark

I really don't want to describe these things. I want to leave them open to whoever reads them. I will just say this is my first. Wrote when I was 16. Good or bad, here it is.

Did you ever see your loneliness 

Or close down and take the pain

After every piece of hope was gone

Did you give yourself the blame
Did you start the fire

Or just supply the spark

Was it hard to run 
In the dark?

Did you ever dare to dream

Or ever really try to give

When no one really tried to take

Did you really want to live

Did you throw it all away

Or did you make your mark

Was it hard to cry

In the dark?

Did you feel misunderstood

Or even just confused

After everybody went away

Did you feel like you were used

Did you learn the world we're in

Isn't a walk in the park

Was it hard to lie

In the dark?

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

A quiet, searching piece that leans into the questions we ask when we feel alone. The repetition gives it a soft ache, and the honesty of sixteen-year-old writing still shines through. It reads like someone trying to find light by naming the dark. Keep going...keep writing

[Brandon Houser]

Thank you. Nice to know 16 year old me can still speak to someone years later. Your words mean a great deal.

[Curly Grace]

You’re very welcome. I’m glad those words still reach across the years. Thank you for sharing them.