Hindered

The sky was layered in a blanket of billowing mass.
The world surrounding was concealed in a lonely blackness.
The moon, saddened by its silencing.

Utter darkness.

Not the type of dark that comes
When the moon rises
And the sun elegantly creeps away.
The type of dark that intertwines with the grass,
the shivering branches,
And the very air intoxicating a perky lung.

This heavy mass, inky black,
The deep corner of a gloomy junkyard
And I was the rusting locket
Buried in the chaos of fading memories.

Once mocking, the stars lingering in the heavens
Hindered.
Like a wild candlelight
Smothered and suffocated under a bushel.
Their unwavering bliss and streak of danger
Deafened.
As if the lungs of the glowing balls of fire
Violently gasping for breath,
Were my own.

I was the army of angered luminosity,
illuminating the limitation of Earth
And I was the darkness smoldering over their being
I was the light fighting to be seen
And I was the thick mustering cloud
stubbornly adhering
I was my own darkness
And I was my own light.

-Haylee R. Curry