When the Dark Spoke to Me

By Christabelle Marbun

A profound poetry collection shrouded in tenderness and empathy, created to comfort the growing pains we all experience in life.
Teen breakout poet Christabelle Grace Marbun brings her latest collection When the Dark Spoke to Me to life through words wise beyond her years. Her uniquely positive perspective on life, death, and everything in between makes this book equally as comforting as it is compelling. Marbun’s exceptional thoughtfulness is evident in every word she pens––her messages of hope and her effortless optimism are sure to inspire every person who touches this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrews McMeel Publishing
• Release date: Oct 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781524882815

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That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.

—John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Dedicated to the Fireflies that hold my Knowledge, Victories I see in May, and the Bravery that never left me.

Death

/deTH/

noun

My first love

I had never known Life

until I had loved Death to exhaustion.

To the rest of the world,

Death was reckless.

But to me,

She was everything I needed.

I can’t feel the touch of your gravestone;

I can’t leave roses by the grass.

But I hope you know that

the second week of every December,

I quietly miss you.

I thought it selfish for you to leave;

I treated seeing Death as a choice.

It was unfair, but it was all I could do.

I know now that you never wanted to

leave, you just wanted to see an old friend.

Loving Death was the easiest thing in the world;

I never needed to worry about Her leaving.

But justifying our love was a much

different story. It was mocked, insulted,

they assumed I was mad.

But they had never met Her.

They had never felt Her warm touch,

Her kind gaze, and the sense of security

one would feel around Her.

She was the unknown and people feared

the unknown. They hated Her, assigned

Her to darkness.

Yet it never bothered Her. Humanity

seemed like playful little children.

I saw Her