Worn to Nothing

November 13, 2017

There once was a girl who danced among the milkyway
She was not a star,or a moon,or a planet
Just a girl
A girl with a burning flame inside
One so strong and bright that it burned her
But it sparked so often that she was immune to the pain
The girl just danced,
to escape the deafening silence of her thoughts
Lost in a world of perfection
Dull and untouched by her grimy fingers
Her eyes full of hope as she cradled the moon to her chest
And though the fire burned, the night would strangle the flame
Encircling her in darkness, confining her sorrow until it crushed her
Engulfed in the shadows she awaited in thunderous tranquility
Moon beams left her damp face glittering
Beautiful yet full of despair
And no longer could she dance
The light within her, flickering so dimly failed to contain heat
Curled into herself, so frail and cold
So cold not even the sun’s embrace could warm her
She was no longer the girl who danced with fire,
The girl who Held the moon and
sprinkled stars into the sky by waltzing among the constellations
The girl who never feared the dark
Until the constant sullenness ceased to encircle her
And it was then she realized that the fire no longer burned

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gatsbygreenThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 1:21 pm
AMAZING- this is beautifully written
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