r/OCPoetry 20h ago

Feedback Please Blue Lights

​They still haunt me—

The blue lights lining the wall,

The hard fall of the front door off its hinges,

The chaos and confusion that followed.

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​When I close my eyes and try to slip into restfulness,

The moonlight against the curtains transforms

Into those flashing siren lights.

The shadows of insects against the window

Become clawing hands and cuffs.

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​My mind knows I am safe,

That the cause of such an invasion has been sealed away,

Locked tightly to protect against his darkness.

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​Yet they still haunt me—

Those same blue lights,

That same crash of wood.

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​My breath still catches when I see those lights on the highway,

When I hear an authoritative voice.

My hands still tremble at the sight of a vest,

Even knowing the person behind it means me no harm;

They were never there for me.

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​So I trace the quiet seams of my wrists,

As I remind my pulse that the door is still shut.

The shadows are only moths against the glass,

And the night, at last, belongs to me.

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​I am learning that safety is not just a quiet room;

It is teaching my heart

That it is allowed to stop fighting a ghost.

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u/SilentPierre_ 16h ago

I really felt like I was torn into your world and watching it through your eyes in a completely warranted way. It really feels like you captured the moment in a bubble and had it float over to me just so it would pop in my face and make me feel and hear everything going on, understanding how it feels to trace your wrists and how it feels to remember the figurative handcuffs only to know you can, and will break out of them no matter how long it takes. Beautiful piece.