Idea Of Me
Do you know about the promises I made to the sun and moon begging them to rescue me. From this horrible misery I live. Where I am not the real me to the fate that's been chosen for me. I am a daughter, sister, cousin, ex, friend, rival. I am not any of those things at all actually. I am a gust of wind and whimsy you will feel once in your life, take for granted, then you will never feel me again. You will miss the feeling and yearn for my coming. Yet you will spend your life trying to unravel my mysteries. You will write about me on your journey to find me. You will research me. Find something similar but never quite me. There will never be another me. You will take it apart. Only to discover it is filled with the dust that has built up under your fingertip from years. Of waiting, watching, preying, deceiving. Only to get to me. I will never come back. You take the sun for granted but if it never came back you would die. Yet you never thank it. I don't blame the Sun. If one day it decides to escape to the clouds. Get lost and never come back. You'd miss it then. You only miss that bag of candy you've been craving for years but couldn't find anywhere. When you've had the bag. Savored it or Savaged it. You only miss it when it's gone. Therefore you do not miss me. You miss who you thought I was. You miss how you felt. Not How i felt. How you felt. You don't care how I feel. You do not know me. You know the idea of me.
Copyright © Dawn Byndon | Year Posted 2026
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