The days I disappear (Marcella Boccia)
There are days when I am no longer me,when my skin wears thin like paper,and my bones tremble beneath the weightof a world that calls but cannot reach.I slip through the cracks of time,my breath swallowed by the silence of forgotten things.I disappear into the shadow of my own name,where even the stars grow tired of lighting my path.The mirror breaks beneath the weight of a facethat has forgotten how to smile,and the echoes of my thoughtsare swallowed by the darkness I carry.I am not lost,I am only hiding—hiding from the light that once knew my face,hiding from the love that once lived in my chestlike fire.Now it is nothing but embers,the last breath of a flame that chose to fade.And still, the world spins,filling its days with noise,while I wait in the stillness,waiting for the days when I can breathe again,when I can return from the silenceand reclaim the self that has become a ghost.But some days,I am the ghost.I am the shadow cast by a life that has gone dim,and I do not know if I will returnor if I will stayamong the days that have learned to forget.
