The light at our house.

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Deep inside a forest was building looking rough,
it was rough and dark and quite a bit lonely.
The windows were abysses that you could not look in from.

Inside such a house was a small and scrawny,
a little bit shy and broken doll.

The doll would walk around the house,
slipping from shadow to shadow,
as the house grew darker,
the surroundings grew bleaker
and as she grew smaller.

One day there was a ball of light,
traveling slowly through the forest,
the doll could see it come closer.

Hesitant and excited she watched out the window.
The closer it got, the happier she was.
The closer it got, the dimmer its light.
And it disappeared.

Shocked and disappointed she moved on.
Every now and then a light would travel,
yet always disappear before arriving.

Sooner or later a light here and a light there
started coming into the house,
lighting it and shining light to the outside,
but only for a fleeting moment.

Each time the doll got bigger with the light in,
and smaller as the light left.
It again, became something that just happens.

Every now and then a light would stay on longer,
make the doll happier, yet scared.
She found peace in melancholy.
It hurt when they left, but it felt good,
when they arrived and stayed.

One day, came a light.
It was special, it gave off a flickering light.
As if it didn't know, how bright it should be.
A few such lights came in as well,
but they left after awhile.

Yet, the special light stayed.
All the other lights inside the house changed.
They came and they went,
and the windows were filled with brightness at night,
but by day, the darkness returned,
to all but one window.

Years went by and the lights kept changing,
except for that special one,
it helped the doll grow stronger,
brighter and mend some of its broken pieces.

Happier, as for long periods of time,
the house stayed a lit,
even with the surrounding darkness.
Sometimes the house went dark,
but would soon be full of light again.

Until on day, the lights didn't approach as frequently,
not many came in anymore,
the house started to grow darker again,
the doll fought not to shrink smaller,

She fought and she fought,
she shrank, but not to what she used to be,
she had already become better,
there was no way for her to shrink back.

She was happy and overjoyed,
she treasured that one light in her house,
tried to help it grow brighter,
finding herself unable to bring more lights inside.

She closed the doors and lost the key,
thinking this was her happiness and all she needed.
For a long time she lived in that half lit house like that.
With nothing new coming in, or if it did,
it didn't stay for long.

As she slipped around her house,
she noticed faint streams of light inside,
she followed them and noticed,
they were slipping outside.

But where did they came from,
the doll wondered, and followed them to the source.
Inside one of the rooms she found her precious light,
that was constantly, without even noticing,
letting out those light streams.

The doll closed her eyes,
she closed her ears,
and she closed her mind.
She didn't see it.
She wouldn't.

And then came a day that she feared,
the light grew dim, and avoided her,
lighting the nooks and crannies of the house,
but not the hallways or the rooms.

She gave it time, like it had asked,
she found temporary solace,
in the lights flickering outside her window,
she forgot about time.

After some time that special light came out in the open,
it conveyed it had overstayed.
It had given its light and now was time,
it wanted to find another house to light.

And the doll cried,
she treasured the light,
she depended on it,
she grew with it.

She felt safe with it,
so she locked her doors,
and lost the key.
Only leaving a way out, but not one in.

Her walls cracked as she cried,
her wallpapers peeled off,
and her doors started creaking.
She broke and shrank some.

She would be okay,
maybe,
someday?

And the house grew dark,
with no one else in,
but a doll, that didn't know how,
how she could let another light in,
to help fix her house again.

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Comments

    1. TheAce485 Jul 23, 2019
      @Naruin Well yes, it is sad. She experienced loss, she felt too content with what she had, she forgot that things change and she might lose it. And now she doesn't know how to go back to having open doors.
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    2. Naruin Jul 23, 2019
      that's a bit sad... *hugs to whoever that doll is*
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    3. TheAce485 Jul 22, 2019
      Things written from truth are of course deep and hopefully allows for feelings.
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    4. in_awe Jul 22, 2019
      So touching~
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    5. Flamer Jul 22, 2019
      Quite Deep....
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