Welcome back to my poetry corner, where you have read some of the most profound emotions of one of the most challenging times in my life. I put alot of dedication into pouring out what I went through in writing these pieces, which has healed me in ways that I am very proud of. This is the last poem in my project called Derealizacja. If you didn’t already, look up what Derealizacja meant; it is a polish word that means derealization. It is a sensation of being outside your body and looking in on or feeling that what is happening to you is not real. I took a part of what derealization was and made it my own: looking at myself out of my skin, evaluating everything that happened to me and decoding all the emotions I went through to create art, making it a reality.
With that being said, I wanted to end this project with an emotion that I am still decoding. Love is tricky in my books. It comes and goes like the wind. At least, that’s what it has been like for me. So I wanted to start explaining that concept and process it for me in a cutesy way instead of gutting it like a fish first try. I hope you enjoy this last poem, and I look forward to sharing more poems with you soon.
Story of Love
Lit matches
Fall into a cave.
One after another and
The fire builds up.
I’m down here as well,
a flame.
That’s too rusty to spit up again.
I smolder as I get older,
But the matches still come.
The heartache,
The conversations,
extinguishing,
lighting,
Again and again.
What’s the point,
I should just fizzle out.
Ouch!
I crackle and get dimmer.
A match appeared beside me,
And glowed its ruby red flames,
In my dying tired eyes.
Disguise I say and into soot I go away.