Alone

By Scarlett Everhart

Alone is a collection of prose poems that delve into the intricate emotions and shadows that shape the human experience. The poem book serves as a poignant reflection on the struggles and vulnerabilities we face as we navigate the complexities of life. Each prose poem in the collection unveils the nuances of existence, exploring themes of despair, self-discovery, and the delicate balance between darkness and light.

Through the lens of introspective storytelling, the collection captures the essence of shared human experiences, inviting readers to reflect on their own journeys. The poems delve into the universal search for meaning and connection, highlighting the beauty found in moments of solace, love, and unexpected revelations.

'ALONE' aims to resonate with readers on a profound level, offering a mosaic of emotions that mirror the intricate fabric of life. It encourages contemplation on the fragility of our existence, the weight we carry, and the transformative power of love and acceptance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scarlett Everhart
• Release date: Jan 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224584307

Book preview

Purified Pain

If pain can purify a heart, mine will be pure. Like a river flowing with the purest water, my heart has been cleansed by the flames of agony. It is said that suffering is a great teacher, and in my darkest hours, I have learned the most profound lessons. I have endured the depths of despair and emerged stronger, with a heart that beats with resilience and a spirit that refuses to be broken.

In the vast tapestry of my life, there have been moments that have pierced my soul with an intensity I cannot describe. I have known the sting of betrayal, when the ones I held closest turned their backs on me. I have felt the weight of loss, as loved ones slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. I have experienced the searing ache of heartbreak, when love that burned bright suddenly fizzled into ashes.

But through it all, I have come to understand that pain is not my enemy – it is my ally. Each piercing moment has been a catalyst for growth and transformation. Each tear shed has washed away the tarnish on my heart, leaving behind a gleaming surface that is resilient and compassionate. Each wound has been an invitation to explore the deeper recesses of my being, to uncover the hidden gems of wisdom and strength buried within.

If pain can purify a heart, then mine has been forged in the fires of adversity. I have felt the seething rage of a thousand tormented souls, and yet I have chosen not to let anger consume me. When faced with the option to crumble under the weight of bitterness, I have instead opted for forgiveness. For in forgiving, I have found freedom and release. I have unburdened my heart and set it free to soar amongst the heavens, untethered by the chains of resentment.

If pain can purify a heart, then mine has been sculpted into a vessel of empathy. Through my own suffering, I have come to understand the silent struggles that lie behind every face I meet. I have developed an acute sensitivity to the pain of others, and I have become a beacon of solace in a world shrouded in darkness. With each word of comfort, each embrace shared, I strive to bring light and healing to those who are lost in the labyrinth of their own torment.

If pain can purify a heart, then mine has become a reservoir of compassion. I have learned that in order to heal the wounds of the world, one must first heal the wounds within themselves. I have embraced the broken pieces of my own heart and stitched them back together with threads of love and understanding. And now, my heart bleeds with a love that knows no bounds, a love that transcends the boundaries of pain and reaches out to touch the lives of those in need.

If pain can purify a heart, then mine is a testament to the strength of the human spirit. It is a story of resilience and hope, of rising from the ashes like a phoenix reborn. It is a saga that speaks to the power of transformation, reminding us all that even the most shattered souls can find beauty in the wreckage. So embrace your pain, for in doing so, you will find the key to unlocking the true essence of your being – a heart that gleams with radiant purity.

Redemption

Perhaps I don't deserve nice things, I spent my whole life paying for sins I don't remember. Memories buried deep within the recesses of my soul, woven into my existence. Shadows that cling like ghosts, haunting me with their silent whispers. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope reignites within my weary heart, longing for redemption.

I walk through the winding corridors of regret, tracing each misstep with trembling fingers, yearning to unearth forgotten moments, to make sense of the senseless. The weight of my transgressions bears heavily upon my shoulders, like ancient stones that threaten to break my fragile spirit. But hope springs eternal, defying the gravity of my guilt as it calls out to me, beckoning from the corners of my mind.

In the alleys of remorse, I stumble upon fragments of whispered conversations and half-spoken apologies. Their echoes remind me of the pain I have caused, the tears left unshed, and the loves lost. A kaleidoscope of faces flickers before my eyes, each one a testament to my fallibility. Yet, beneath the veil of my imperfections lies the embers of resilience, a longing to amend the broken pieces of my soul.

As I navigate the labyrinth of my regrets, I find solace in the humble acts of kindness that I once disregarded. The gentleness of a stranger's touch, the reassurance of a friend's embrace, the serenity of a sunset, and the beauty of a single rose. Each fleeting moment whispered to me, resounding through the corridors of my conscience, melting away the icy grip of remorse that has long held me captive.

For every tear I have shed, there is an ocean of forgiveness waiting to embrace me. I wade through the waters of self-discovery, shedding the heavy armor of self-pity, as I surrender to the ebb and flow of grace. The currents cleanse my wounds, stitching the jagged edges of my past with the thread of healing. I am no longer defined by my sins but reborn amidst the symphony of redemption.

The path to redemption is arduous, and its terrain treacherous. I stumble and fall, scrapes and bruises decorating my journey as reminders of the battles I have fought. But each scar is a testament to my resilience, a badge of honor for the battles I have survived. I collect these battle wounds as treasures, for they remind me that I am stronger than my past, and worthy of the beauty that lies ahead.

As I embrace the dawn of my redemption, I am humbled by the power of forgiveness. It is not a gift bestowed upon me, but a choice I must make for myself. The shackles that once bound my spirit have been released, and I soar towards the heavens, my vulnerabilities laid bare like wings eager to take flight.

Through stitches of redemption, I weave the threads of my past, each strand intertwining with forgiveness and acceptance. I am no longer beholden to the sins I don't remember, nor do I bear the weight of a remorseful existence. Instead, I rise from the ashes of my transgressions, a phoenix reborn, ready to embrace the beauty of life's simplest joys, for I have learned that it is in the pursuit of