The Writer: A Final Poem
It began with brokenness
Her first broken heart.
She wrote the most enticing
tragically beautiful
story
She called it, The Breaker and the Broken
She received awards
banners
world wide acclaim
And so she said, “To write beautifully,
I must be
Beautifully Broken.
And so she locked herself away
into the darkness of her solitude
She led the loneliest life
Hidden from friends
Hidden from love
Until she learned to fear it
She learned to fear the outside light
Thinking it would only burn
love
and
light
would
only
burn.
Then at the end of her life
When the writing was immortalized
but the awards had faded,
and there was nothing more than a faint light
She thought,
“If I had been more like the characters I had created
more like
The Adventurer
more like
The Wanderer
more like
The Fearless
more like
The Seeker
more like
The Finder
more like
The Lover
more like
The Loved
…Then would I have been happy with life?
But would I have written just as beautifully as I did in the darkness?
Perhaps I had learned to love the light?
Then I could have written in the light with a smile and not
a face full of tears.”
She struggled for another breath
“What a shame,”
she thought,
“To have written fantasies
When Life was given for us to seek those and live them out.
If I had been The Seeker, or the Wanderer…something more than simply The Wonderer….
My life
could have been something
To look back
and Smile Upon.
I could have been more than
The Broken
But sadly
I have only been
The Writer.
-
Sarah Michelle Cruz
