2. Where Does The Light Go?


There was a spring in your step,

all day, every day.

despite the fact that you’re tired to your bones,

you radiated energy.

There’s a fire inside you

that never seems to go off

and it brightens up any room

any soul.

You seemed to be smiling,

even when you’re not

and you were a beacon of happiness

that everybody can’t help but be drawn towards.


I don’t know what happened.

It must’ve been something because you suddenly shut off.

No warning.

Or is this the warning…?

Your walk is slow, deliberate steps.

Purposeful. Careful.

As if you don’t want to tread on anybody’s toes.

Even bright and early in the morning,

you seem to have become a black hole,

sucking energy but not radiating anything.

Someone called the fire department and doused all your fire

thinking they were saving you but all they really did was

just destroy you.

Maybe it was deliberate, maybe it was accidental.

But you’re still drawing people towards you,

even if they don’t know that they’ll be sucked into

nothingness and

getting back up is

nearly impossible.

Well, I did warn you.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.


#11. Let Go

I’m at the edge of a precipice.

Holding on to barely a ledge, I’m trying to survive.

You’re holding me from above, pulling me up,

but I know what I have to face.

I look into your eyes, and you understand.

You don’t like it, but you agree.

I’m now free falling into the dark depths,

and fall hard.

I take a deep breath, and begin climbing again.

I think this is what depression is to some of us.

This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, by Parvathi and Me.

#27. Soundless Downpour

You knock hard on my door.

I refuse to acknowledge you

because I’m afraid that

if i do, you’ll take up all my time 

and leave none for

my near and dear ones. 

You go away,

sadness written all over you

and with a hint of 

grudging pride.




I am on my knees,

hands clasped,

desperate for you,

but you show up

this time,

like a big black dog. 

After a long time, I wrote something about myself, and what’s currently happening, unlike the others, where it was all wishful thinking.

#4. What we reap

The saying goes,

“You reap what you sow,”

but then,

why do I reap disappointment when

all I’ve done is my best?

Why do I reap depression when

I’ve made others happy?

Why do I reap more struggle just when I’ve helped

myself out of dark, thorny forests?


why do I reap cold stares, dripping with hatred,

when all I’ve done is love?

You should check my friend at Queen Talks. Her response to this prompt is hilarious! You’ll love it!