Hiraeth [POEM]

The Hermit

IX

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Heavy Themes

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Hiraeth

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ıllı Wint Fox ıllı

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#PoetryChallenge

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Could you tell me the last time

that you have seen me make a smile?

An honest smile, to be precise,

not the one that's riddled with pain,

How I miss that smile of mine

when I first kissed the untamed winds,

the unchallenged wild zephyr

that had swept my mind with wonder,

But now… just look at me now,

I'm battered and broken and bruised,

why do I still have this smile

that covers up my true feelings?

I think that, along the way,

I've lost something that's important,

but I forgot what that is

for my mind is still in ruins,

I think that, along the way,

I have lost sight of what I need,

for my heart demands for love,

and love truly makes one go blind,

Could you think back of the time

when I have this wide, playful grin?

One that held no such restraint

despite the howling fear in me?

How I miss that grin of mine

that had shown my mischievous side,

but just like the season's wheel,

nothing could ever stay the same,

Can you peer between the cracks

of this mask that I always wear?

Can you save this broken youth

before he cracks beyond repair?

I believe something's amiss,

ah, that's right— I'm not innocent,

my hands had been stained red from

when I killed a part of me,

I am no longer a whole;

I'm fractured, shattered to pieces,

sure, one could gather the glass,

but I won't be the same again,

But here I am, still hiding

behind this bulwark, my facade,

still afraid to touch the hand

of the one reaching out for me,

Crumbling, yes, but I'm still here,

ready to fall apart by then,

but not now, I won't fall now,

not when I've perfected my mask,

And although my faith wavers,

it's true how cold and dark belong,

a bitter cold to darkness,

the deep abyss to winter's chill,

The light's just too bright for me,

too blinding— oh, it sears my flesh,

but within the night's comfort,

I am safe, protected, and loved,

“Stay away from the darkness,”

that is what I have always heard,

but what if it's this darkness

that could heal this wounded soldier?

For battles, I've seen plenty,

and most of them inside of me,

striking me down with harsh words,

“You won't have a place to call home!”

But... what is in a home?

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