Black skies

30 September 20205 November 2020 ~ W. Donovan

I finally stepped out of my comfort zone only to trip over some pieces of porcelain you smashed this morning, wanting me to cut my skin. I kept walking, even though my feet were bleeding, for a saw top of the mountain. It was calling my name.

Suddenly, you grew a wall, high to the skies, so that I couldn’t see anything. My thoughts spinning, spinning, spinning. I fainted.

Lying on the ground I could still feel the touch of the grass, I could see leaves dancing on the wind and airplanes that always caught their dreams.

Then, you threatened to devour it all. The skies, the sun, the trees, the wind and the oceans. I wept bitterly for the beauty I missed on. It was already too late…

Have I ever truly lived, though?

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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019. Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path. View all posts by W. Donovan