Allura
by Sophia Oracion
murmurs soft as silk dance around the room
and it feels like peace, like pure heaven
but when i look out the window, past the glass
and marlboro tint that shades me from the world,
the erratic colors that leave streaks of wonder is
ruinous to this blank canvas
a brilliant chaos, so different and bold,
with a silent sound of raging waves and roars-
four white walls and deceiving allure cannot
contain it, and never will
static bleeds through my eardrums, memories
of birds chirping and wind howling, invading
artificial pleasures; a frightening echo of a time
that almost slips my memory, monotony and
lethargy’s subtle grip on each fond joy
there’s a weight on my shoulders that feels like wings
but as i turn my head, a gentle sob breaks the abyss
she’s hardly a double-digit age, muffling confusion
into my hair and fragile arms and legs clinging for life
it takes every bit of strength to break
the stillness of my body, trapped in months in years
to cup her face gently, and stroke her ache away
i’m back to the day i stood in those tiny socks,
pulling out a photograph slip with printed words
that beckon me to fly, to do, and to be
the sun of a decade’s wake is setting like liquid gold
and crushed powder beneath the tips of my toes is
sparkling like glass encasing champagne
i’m done watching chance splatter its guts for me
i’m done standing immobile, begging forgiveness
for the past and future me
a breath of fresh air floods my lungs
joy finally breaks free from my throat and i
breathe, i breathe, i breathe, as a gentle hand laces my own she
gives a tender squeeze, and everything spills from my heart.
ready, we whisper
(and with just one word,
a vibrant motion breaks the window
streaks of wonder tear down the tall white walls
and an ocean of life floods every corner
renewing a youth in mere permission)
Sophia Oracion
5/18/21
Sophia Oracion is a third year majoring in English. When she isn't writing, she's caring for any art that surrounds her, watching films, learning music, and spending time with her family. She dedicates “Allura” to those who have found light and still know they are the little child they once were.
