Breaking Open My Cocoon

Breaking Open My Cocoon

A Poem by I Cast a Shadow

When the moon is low, I am high.
Is it a coincidence?
When I love another, I embrace my present though
I meet dissonance that is headlined with our names in neon lights. The sound of broken harps and stomped brass
Plays the symphony of my promises.
The sound of gravel and failed suicide attempts plays like background music to my present
Like an ivory ambience of a train a mile away �"
Typing on keys like eggshells.
Noticeable, though muffled by some banal conversation.
Memories are ghosts.
That’s all they are.
That’s all they are.
They’re not real.
They’re just ghosts.
Possession is temporary.
Be calm, my mind and stay still
Upon the creeping chill that slows my decisions.
You are the answer to your own epitaph.

© 2016 I Cast a Shadow

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Added on April 15, 2016
Last Updated on April 15, 2016
Tags: change, poem, love, loss, progress, hardship, hurt, pain, growth


I Cast a Shadow
I Cast a Shadow

Portland, OR

I read classics, science fiction, philosophy, and very little fantasy. I am inspired by Taoism and other Eastern philosophy, anarchy, new concepts, my ancestry, my muse, her family, my own family, .. more..