The sun cut in half

The sun cut in half

I worded this poem to talk about life, 
why knives are the solution to peoples regrets. 
Why women can not walk alone at night without hearing the sound of heartbreak, 
a mile away or within.

A sad music, coloured, 
that taints the fabric of a white canvas, life.
Where sin wasn't just the bad apple, 
it was your regrets folded neatly and forcibly shelved in the middle of your heart like the room didn't cramp.
Like there was still enough,
like being woman was to wake up to a sun that's been cut in half.

Like her shame wasn't seen,
like her shine wasn't strong enough to at least give her a day more.
So she'd cry at night, 
and let the pain sneak in like a secret lover lost, 
her idea of something fun was by herself alone, 
because there was never enough, 
her broken pieces she could never call home. 
She sees his face in the most unlikely places, 
which means she's see his face on the kitchen shelf, 
on her facecloth before the wash, 
especially in the darkness that clouds her mind before she sleeps.
He remains a ghost, 
haunting what we now know never was. 
Her walking along a path lonely, melancholy feeling, 
his name a reminder of her loss, 
or so she thought, 
what he didn't know was that pines have a way of growing faster after it's burned.
Meaning he didn't take away his love, 
he just gave her reason to love herself.
The thorns just a portion of the beauty a rose holds, 
he was never the end, 
but what he started in her to her felt like killer whales swimming as a collective pod,
not one harming her one bit,
but taking her some place safe.
Like his words the climatic soundtrack to the point in her story were she'd discovered her worth, 
and she honestly did feel like it each day. Worth. 
Given to her by her and not someone else. 
How awesome she'd felt, in ways. 
How awesome she'd felt right now telling you, 
how probably stars are made. 
This poem reminds her so.
This poem reminds her to be a little thankful for that end, each day.



29/08/19✅

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