Vanilla Shadows
There's a sweetness in the suffocation,
like vanilla clinging to my skin,
promising warmth, yet whispering dread,
as silence wraps me from within.
The scent once filled my restless nights,
a balm against the creeping fear,
but now it thickens, heavy,
each breath a struggle, each thought unclear.
I used to chase the golden light,
finding solace in its glow,
now shadows stretch like haunting hands,
pulling me where I can't let go.
The world spins softly, a muted hum,
and I'm lost in thoughts that bind,
am I the one who's fading,
or just a specter left behind?
Yet in the dark, a whisper coils,
"Sweetness hides in the depths of pain--
embrace the weight, confront the ache,
for there's freedom in the strain."
In that moment, a flicker flares,
a spark igniting my will--
the vanilla, once a prison,
can be the key to break the chill.
Copyright © shayla koncurat | Year Posted 2024
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