Poème : Outside
28 septembre 2018
When you shut the door and I found myself in the darkness with your ghost, I truly thought it was the end of everything. I knocked, I kicked, I cried, whispered and screamed for you to open. But again and again, nothing happened. I sat down depleted, with my back against the wall. And as I let my breath slow down and my eyes dry, I started to notice outside wasn't all dark. I took a few steps away from the door. I was scared to the bones. Many times, I came back running and pleading: Please, won't you open? But your silence was unending. And it became my rock. I found peace in the night. I got acquainted with myself. I went on journeys, long and wide. And from time to time I even got to forget about you for a while. I still pass by the door sometimes. I catch myself staring. But I don't sit. I know what it would do to me. So I breathe in. And I breathe out. I think of all the adventures that await. In the distance, I can see the sun hatching. And I smile the sadness away.