Inner Voice

Among the nothingness I stand

Not a woman, not a man

Unidentifiable, as their definitions stand

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A Memory

​Fireworks

Bright

Making a day out of that night

13 year old

I did not mind

Invade or liberate

That must be a freedom sound

Adults crying

Dad asking me to get inside

But I wanted to see it

I no longer wanted to hide

She

She is not lost

She just hasn’t found her destination

Locked in a cage

But freed by her imagination

A Dream I Didn’t Have

He tried to explain to me

That my soul has forgotten how it used to be

Before it was imprisoned by this jailer, this body

As the bright light shined down on me

I was blinded and no longer can see

That this… what I love so much is just a prison keeping me from my destiny

 

Freewill

I often forget that I have a choice

I let the radio choose what I listen to

And let the TV feed my brain

I am wasting my freewill, angels must think I am insane.

#Human

Modern Problems

There sits a child talking to a tree

About the long day and how things turned out to be

…And as I talked to her-the tree

She humbly smiled and replied to me:

-“This green was of concrete, paved so harshly to stop my growth.

 Little I was, hungry for the sun at birth.”

She leaned down as she whispered to me.

Then I thought about my broken nail, my missing shoe, the lost signal, the text I couldn’t send you

Things that ruined my day

They were not concrete in my way!

So I dust off my skirt, with one shoe on

I go back inside my comfortable home

Thankful for how things turned out to be

See sometimes when you’re upset, all you need is a talking tree!