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Coming of Age

* Gazing at the dazzling lights that bring brightness to the dark night* I'd be fair to myself. I come in peace! *YOU* are my friend. Would it be am going off?

Here, I have my pen and paper

I need answers!

On the mirror I see a reflection of me.

Behind me is that face.

Yes! That face .

It's unclear* I can't comprehend.

But I feel he is here.

I hope he is and not as far as *YOU* the lights above my head.

*******

My instinct tells me you are not far but why then can't I reach you, Mr? Why stand behind me and your face unclear?

Your image reflect on my mirror right inside my heart. Will it be bad if you come and say hello! Will it hurt if you say am here with you*

I fight with my instinct that keeps telling me you are here.

You are here, you are here!

Those are the words I hear!

Is it true?

From the start, you come by the door

You never knocked

You never said hello!

You never waited

You never peeped

You never entered

Are you scared too?

The word, is it hard to say?

I am not scared as not to be hurt by the word*

The word is like a two edged sword.

*LOVE*

It can mend

It can mar

It can hurt the ones who truly appreciate it's worth.

The beauty of it is letting go fear of the unknown and the flashes of the past*

Are you shy?

You'd think the door is shut?

Why?

Should I call you a night courier?

No!

A security agent?

No!

Why?

When I close my eyes only then I see you walking towards my direction.

Only then I see you calling me.

Only then I feel the breeze of love blowing in through the open windows.

Only then I see the petals, the red petals*

Only then I see those smiles.

Only then I see the big bouquet beautiful and with those colors...

Red and pink*

Are you far?

I could go miles just to see you

I could break jars

I could fight for your sake

Do you feel the same way?

Is it bad if you feel same way?

The hand you wave when I close my eyes to sleep

Are you trying to call out my name?

Is not a crime to feel this way? Hey! Say something...

I'm not dreaming,

Am I?

Are you real?

A human being or an Alien?

Why do I only feel your presence when my eyes are closed.

Up above me I gaze to see if I'd get answers.

Are you here?

Why is it empty here?

Your name I'd call

Why is there no answer?

When I close my eyes at dusk

I see the image of you

Your hands, the right hand

It always wave at me accompanied with those

White teeth smiling at me*

They sparkle like

That which is above me at night

And brightens it

Why?

Why is it that...

I call your name and it only echoes; the sound that it produces is like that in an empty room. Are you there? I'd smile at the shadow that gives me the image of you in my head, the colors I see are the ones you'd like to have. At the corner of the house, I saw a bouquet, an envelope with pink and red ribbons tied to the bouquet*

'The night they say it's big, they say it's dangerous, they say it's long why then do you come at night?

*******

*YOU* bright lights...

tell me what to think. I am lost in thought of him. His name is long yet, my mouth isn't tired of saying those words I know he'd like to hear but pretend they are noises and echoes of hard time and not the soft whispers of sweet melodies that melts the heart ❤️********

I can sing him a million songs

I can dance a million dance steps

I can write him a story

A story and not a history

You are my friend I can see you

I know your name do you know mine?

Speak to me for I know you can see me you can hear me. Do not be loud I know your mouth is invisible but say that which will give answers to my pending questions.

Should I tell him I had loved him from afar?

Is it bad to widen my mouth as my lips call out his name?

The road to his heart how far will it take me?

You are there up above my head yet, you give signs, light and brighten the night. The journey to get his love is it as far as reaching you?

Dear friend, am sorry I'd have to complain to you. You my inspiration I look up to you when I want answers to my pending questions.

I want to wake up and see petals, red* that is the color I want

I want to see the reflection of this smiles on the petals.

I know he is there why is he not answering?

The name I call, is it not his name?

Is my direction not his?

See the sparkling eyes you got my friend. I want his smiles to be like those sparkles of yours.

Tell me my friend, I know he is there...

How long will it take me to reach him?

I know he is not hiding I think he is busy with something.

Should I wait a little longer? Should I write him a story, won't it be thrown into the trash?

The bouquet, the envelope wrapped with red and pink ribbons are they for me?

They say red* denotes *love* pink* a girl...

Am I hallucinating?

Speak up! Your brightness will leave soon and my eyes are becoming heavy

I want to know, is he close, far or will I ever meet him?

The thought of him makes me sit with you looking at you up there I know he is waiting too.

I want to go and prepare, my eyes are heavy I know he is waiting.

* My pen has done a good job in my journal*

Let me go now, he might be waiting at the door of my heart❤️*

I call him my muse my crush my smile *inducer*

My muse, the source of my inspiration*


July 19, 2020 13:19

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28 comments

Djenat Remmache
22:02 Jul 23, 2020

I enjoyed reading it! good job Do you mind reading my stories and give me feedback ?

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Abigail Slimzy
18:34 Jul 28, 2020

Thanks dear.. Sure, I will.

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Sue Marsh
17:48 Jul 19, 2020

The use of poetry set a really nice theme about love. I enjoyed it, there was a study of life there. Keep writing. Sue

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Abigail Slimzy
18:55 Jul 19, 2020

I'm honored 😘thanks. You are doing well too.

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Keerththan 😀
06:35 Jul 28, 2020

Great story. I loved it. Your poetry is also very good. Great concept in which you have written your story. Would you mind reading my story "The secret of power?"

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Abigail Slimzy
18:07 Jul 28, 2020

Thanks Prakash. I Appreciate. Okay, I will.

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Adhi Das
09:28 Jul 22, 2020

good read :)

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Abigail Slimzy
22:56 Jul 22, 2020

Thanks dear.

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Deborah Angevin
09:26 Jul 22, 2020

Love the use of poetry in the story, Abigail! Also, would you mind checking my recent story out, "Red, Blue, White"? Thank you!

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Tim Law
11:02 Jul 20, 2020

Well done Abigail... Very poetic ❤️

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Abigail Slimzy
14:12 Jul 20, 2020

Thank Tim🙏 I'm honored.

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Yoomi Ari
20:12 Jul 19, 2020

Hiya!! Came after your comment AND what a unique way of telling a story through poetry. Great way of ending a story by putting the attention on the reader. Well done :D Glad I read this story❣️ -Bee

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Abigail Slimzy
14:15 Jul 20, 2020

Wow! Thanks a lot. I'm grateful. You are doing well too. Twilight.

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Yoomi Ari
09:53 Jul 21, 2020

:)

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Abigail Slimzy
20:44 Jul 21, 2020

Hello! I didn't get the message. What your comment please?

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Yoomi Ari
11:25 Jul 22, 2020

:) - a smiley face was my comment!

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Abigail Slimzy
22:57 Jul 22, 2020

Thanks.

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Miles Gatling
15:27 Jul 19, 2020

I don't usually read poetry but I think I understood the main theme. It's about love, right? Nice use of metaphors. The emojis brought color to the page.

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Abigail Slimzy
16:09 Jul 19, 2020

Thanks Miles...I appreciate. You are doing well too.📝

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Rhondalise Mitza
13:44 Jul 19, 2020

I see you took the poetry route too! Very nice, but make sure there’s some structural backing to the poem and some rhythm; it doesn’t need to rhyme but especially with something this long, you have to keep some kind of time, keep it all weighted down. :) I liked it, though! Hope my feedback helped from one poet to another.

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Abigail Slimzy
13:56 Jul 19, 2020

Thanks a lot. We are all open for corrections to make us better. Please always come around ...my stories..none is above correction.. learning is a continuous process*

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Rhondalise Mitza
13:57 Jul 19, 2020

Of course! I’ll try to comment on more stories after church. :)

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Abigail Slimzy
16:11 Jul 19, 2020

Thanks 🤗👏

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Abigail Slimzy
13:37 Jul 19, 2020

Secret admirer (s) snap out of that ..mood...go for what you want break the the silence. You never can tell how long it will take.

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Batool Hussain
14:46 Jul 20, 2020

This is a unique story! Good job. Mind checking out my new story and sharing your views on it? Thanks;)

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Abigail Slimzy
21:37 Jul 20, 2020

I'm honored. Thanks a lot. And of course, yes I will check it out. Okay for what I asked earlier. On going through my profile, I mistakenly hit d delect button and delected a story so I was asking if I could get it back. Like, is it possible to retrieve a delected story?

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Nice! I think the format really added to the story. I like how you used asterisks! Oh, and would you mind checking out my most recent story, ‘A Poem By A Star (No, Literally)’? Again, great job! -Aerinnnn! 🌈🌈🌈

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Abigail Slimzy
22:32 Jul 24, 2020

Thank for reading. I will check yours too.

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