This Is Not Love

But it's a Valentine's Day dedication.

A Black Forest cake is sweet and nice for a day like this but living in a midnight forest isn’t anything close to it.

Photo by Marek Studzinski on Unsplash

waiting in a house of no walls, where people walk through just as they please

waiting in silence, taking up space like a spectral - a ghost in my own life

waiting in a broken hourglass as if we are young, as if my lifespan is infinite

waiting in the threshold with no defence so that they can push me around just as they please

waiting in vain, still searching for the hope that the cold will pay for the heat tomorrow

waiting in the battlefield unarmed, under a bombardment that left me in ruins

waiting in the shadow where their words are gold, and mine are only stones

waiting in a leaking vessel trapped by chains, sinking to the bottom where no one can help me

forever more, waiting for nothingmore, as I breathe no more, as a ghost in this midnight forest

©Britt H.

Thank you for reading this.

More about the person behind the writing in My Introductory Post

If you’d like to support my writing — you can consider buying me a coffee here Any support holds immense significance for a disabled neurodivergent like me.

Daily Prompts for FreeWriters

The writing challenges are sponsored by @wakeupkitty Steemit witness @wakucat- Tales & Stories (6 UVF/Steem/SP)