My Light

by Telina

Published January 31, 2009

The waves crash down on me, burying me in my past.
Stay there you child, you do not know enough to talk.
I get beat down with their words, their unintelligent assumptions.
The wind blows me ten steps back every time I move an inch.

I reach to the sky, palms extended upright.
I curl my fingers around a star, it’s jagged edges cut me.
Human reactions scream at me, demanding the obvious reaction which I ignore.
I hold on tighter, gripping this last string of hope.
This here is my light.

Comments & reviews · 2
Angel of Death wrote a review Review · Jan 31, 2009

Hey there!

I'm Angel and I shall be your reviewer today.

To tell you the truth, this is really jumbled or not all together. You have two stanzas that don't seem to connect. Think of this as a railroad track. If this track were not glued together, well the train would be at a standstill, you know? Elaborate on this. If it helps, write down a few notes about what you're trying to portray here otherwise I'm not getting a sense of the voice that's talking here. Make this come from the heart.

My suggestion would be to scrap this and start over or try to make this a little bit better.

If you have any questions, feel free to PM me.

~Angel



This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy