poem: candice nobles

Was I Taken?

One day I woke up

To find that I

Wasn’t there anymore

I couldn’t see myself

Yet

I was not invisible.

Just a shell

Hollowed out reality.

Living up to

What is supposed of me.

Optimism almost killed me.

I believed.

In people

The stories

The spin

The revisionist history

That there are bootstraps to lift

That change is coming

That hard work pays off

We are equal in the eyes of god.

I needed to find my soul

To replace the contents

of my empty shell.

I consumed as much as I could

Until the party was over.

The shell cracked.

It wasn’t actually empty

Hidden in the curves

There was a light

That have been covered

By piles of pain.

As reality set in

The light got brighter

Until the shell was gone.

Only the light remained.

Let them have the rest

It was wasn’t mine anyway

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about the writer: candice nobles

in addition to writing, filmmaking, and being a marketing guru, candice loves crafts. you can enjoy the fruits of her craftiness here where she encourages us all to effin relax. she acknowledges that being a grown-ass lady is complicated.