"Existence Is Not a Life"
An Original Twilight Poem
Rosalie Hale
Perfection is not what it is perceived to be:
A happy place among the beautiful, the best
Perfection is what got me here-erased my chance at a normal life
I will never live and die like the rest
So I shall continue to exist-not live-for living implies something more
A family, the only friends to me, and my one true love
All people to exist for
My heart won't beat, my body won't change, but I will continue to exist
Never moving forward, never will I age…
There are some wounds that time will never fix
I continue to exist-not live-forever into eternity
That's what happens to time when you can't die:
It stretches on, moves along, but you can't follow its lead
Nothing but words and emotions can kill me, and still I'll only die on the inside
Nothing can kill me, not even a heart pierced by a knife
If only I had a heart to pierce, I would welcome it, appreciate it
Because existence is not a life.
Okay, I wrote this today when Rosalie randomly popped into my mind. I thought of all the pain and suffering that she has experienced, and I don't think the book gave her enough credit. I usually suck at writing poetry, but this came out really good. I was just going to write a one-shot about her, but that format doesn't really capture who she is. Review, and tell me what you think!!