Awhile ago, I went through a time where I thought life wasn’t worth living anymore. I could no longer hear the bluebirds in the fresh, green leaves that got so light and brown and crisp in the dead of winter where snow and shadows seem to kiss each other in the dark night. I felt like everywhere I looked there were life-sized demons with eyes made of death and sweet sunlight that came from burning embers of hell. This is a poem that describes this feeling and these events that caused me so much pain and anguish so long ago.
I walk into a white house
As plain as the night of day,
And see a grey knife
In my seemingly perfect life.
The bluebirds begin to chirp,
And the sun begins to shine,
But I see no glimpse of happiness
As I stare into the beautiful void
Of the silver-tipped knife.
I close my tear stained eyes
And imagine myself in the afterlife,
Where no dreams haunt me in the night
And I bathe no more in my thoughts of ruby red tears.
I then pour myself a glass of holy wine,
Stained by my helpless desires of life.
So, “Cheers” to my family who loves me so,
“Cheers” to the crisp leaves and trees
That I will somehow make grow.
“Cheers” to me closing my eyes
And “Cheers” to my hopes in the afterlife.
Creative Writing of Emily Walz 