You Find Yourself
It starts as a dream.
a loose, foggy thing that disappears as soon as you wake up.
you can’t quite escape the dream,
you revel in light-as-smoke fingers sifting through your hair and enjoy butter-soft whispers in your ear.
thing is, you never understand what they say.
Then you slip into dreams in the middle of dialogues with people.
your eyes are translucent, your skin is powdery soft, but you don’t turn white, your black is much too black for that.
now, you really want to know why.
Later,
much later,
after you have gone through hell at the hands of men,
borne the brunt of the most ghastly of accusations,
after you have no friends and you’re declared inhuman, an example of things to stay away from,
much, much, later, after all these,
when you’re bone thin and dead tired and void of hope,
you now find it.
a reason to grab fear by the throat and glare at your most persistent accusers.
you find yourself,
red rushing through your veins,
language spilling from your lips,
happiness, a swarm around you.
you find yourself.
and hope unfurls its wings.
The End.
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