“You”
By Elizabeth Aparo
I seldom tell my story to just anyone
Nevertheless, does anyone at all understand it
But if you listen closely these words will tell you everything
It started off at night
The wind was cold and so was I
The darkness faded into my skin
A rage I threw at the slightest annoyance
A knocking or a creak
I threw myself back into my room
I was always mad about nothing
A dull hue radiated off my eyes
The sound of my water boiling over the fire drove me crazy
“What’s wrong? “
Someone asked but who could it be
I was alone that night
“What’s wrong?”
Again I heard the soft whisper
“Why do you wither yourself away with such voidance and frowns?”
“Who ever you are, leave me be.”
I pressed my thumb down on the other
I was shaken and nervous
“Follow me.
The door cracked open and foot steps crushed into the grass by an invisible force
Shall I even think to follow?
It may be destiny so I left
My fire was still lit to whisper secrets to the cold air
My food cooled off with only the sign of a mouse that nibble on it
The footsteps lead me towards a light
A light centered in a dark hollow
Now what could this be, am I being tricked?
“Go ahead, look inside it.” Said she
I clutched my jacket and trudged towards the hole
It was a hole in thin air, which seemed all too impractical
I peeked into the brightness
Oh if you saw what I saw you would collapse as well
I can not exactly tell you what it was
It sparked warmth I haven’t felt in years
A pair of arms reached out and held me
“Who are you?” I asked the figure
The peculiar figure glowed
It had a face that wasn’t detailed
All except a smile
Then the light began to fade into the hole
The figure was drawn into it too
“Wait, comeback!”
After I sat confused I walked back to my house
I sat in my chair without moving
Did it really happen?
I heard the voice again
“The light was me.”
But who are you?
“The light was me.”
“And I am you.”
I was startled
I then perceived what she meant
I got up and started at myself through the reflection of a pot
A curve formed below my cheeks
I found myself that day, you see.
While others think I’m simply mad
I know that now I’m just happy.
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