Remember how much I love attending a poetry class because suddenly my life speaks in poems and I have so much more to share with you all?

Side note: I’m posting this instead of my craft post this month–I’ve been super busy with life and classes, and I’m trying to figure out my blogging schedule to be easier on my workload. That said–I’ll still be posting! So don’t worry, you won’t be missing out on any stellar poems ;D

What Happened Was is a persona poem, featuring past versions of Victor Hunt and Anala Armanti. Enjoy ❤ and always, let me know if you have any thoughts, feelings, or comments–I love to hear from you all.

What Happened Was

All I ever knew was light and darkness.  

The contrast 

light  

everlasting, uplifting, never-ending, until 

darkness 

sinks his claws into light’s 

love and delicacy

Light is  

more elusive than  

I thought, it was something 

that could be cultivated, never tamed 

but engulfed and encouraged. Unmovable and 

unmarkable.  

Just hug it close, hold her to your heart 

and if you keep your mind focused, she won’t slip away from you. 

ruined. He ruined her. 

Clawed into her, faster than I could fathom. 

Maybe it was jealousy. He finally realized after 

years of begging, years of yearning, years of 

yelling 

 for a piece of happiness. It was never something 

he held dear. Not her, and 

not ever me. 

Light is  

the sort of thing you take for granted 

the sort of thing you turn away from 

the sort of thing that seems 

just a little too much 

just a little too loud 

just a little too much 

I’m busy 

I’m tired 

Go play somewhere else– 

Until she’s gone and you realize. 

It’s too dark in here. 

Why even dream of such a thing, you ask? 

Why dream to ever relate to that darkness 

that ruin 

I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever know 

why I craved him, craved the approval a father 

might bring. 

Maybe I could learn. 

Maybe I could bring the light  

and the darkness 

together. 

in me. 

If he could ever lower himself to the 

pitiful 

weak 

useless 

level  

of his son. 

I’m afraid of the dark. 

Yeah. It was more of a pipe dream. 

It was stupid. I was stupid. 

I know that now. 

Where did my light go? 

Come back. 

I miss you.