Paganini’s Violin
Who will search for you
when you’re shrouded in darkness,
the flame a mere quiver in the distance,
far and out of reach?
The child within fearful and out of breath,
poisoned with words—
the story already written,
a narrative we have been sold.
Demons dance to Paganini,
playing violin to your ego,
feet tapping on broken hearts
that we bury in
graveyards of lovers lost.
Say your farewell
and turn towards
the faint candlelight.
Search for the angels
that will embrace you
as the child cries,
burning tiny fingers on flickering flames,
touching ever-present light.
Shed your skin
and leave the old self behind.
Discard your crown of thorns.
The enemy swims within.
The pain is old—
but the wounds are wide,
refusing to bind.
Do not forget—
the fire burns bright,
it is yours to find,
deep in your soul.
Do not fear.
Claim it.
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I love this! It’s a definite re-visit for me!
I had to read this a few times. But I think this poem is about shedding the things that created us and instead turning to our own inner fire and reclaim ourselves. The imagery is great here, how you keep coming back to the fire and candle. I could see the flame. Another poem well done Maria