Darkness and Light, Chandeliers and Flowers
Darkness
Sinking, deeper, drowning in the darkest colours imaginable
Going lower and lower until you reach the bottom
Lonely, cold, distant
But one wants to be that way after a while
One gets used to the fact they will always be alone
The hurt and torment one must feel to accept such a truth
What one must go through to experience such hurt and torment
No one cares
'Stop being dramatic'
'You just want attention'
Such statements end with bodies
Strung from ceilings
Like chandeliers
Glistening, wet eyes for crystals
You were too late
They all were
Light
Lifting, higher, flying through the brightest colours the human eye can see
A technicoloured rainbow of swirls and spiral
The kind that makes one want to sing and laugh and cry
Light, breezy, happy
You get used to it
These are the ones that fought
Fought becoming chandeliers and became flowers
The kind that keeps growing
Bigger
More beautiful by the day
The roots grow thicker and the stem grows stronger
Strong enough that it cannot be cut down
One can become a flower
But only if one resists
Refuses to become a chandelier
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