Crawling out of the dark cave where I tend to hide
I hear noises
I see light
I force myself to open my eyes
Tag: sad poem
The Lost Shoe
Am I so strange that I tend to see
Things that can not be
An inspiring lost shoe
Turned into poetry
Who did it belong to
And how can its pair
Be made functional with this one laying here
Inner Voice
Among the nothingness I stand
Not a woman, not a man
Unidentifiable, as their definitions stand
Empty
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 Was
She was a child
Happy with no cares
Explosions sounded close
But she had no fears
She was a child
No stress yet learned
And so she saw fireworks
As her world burned
She was… Me
Smile
She wears a mask
Unashamed
Not because she’s ugly
Not because she’s afraid
Behind the mask she can safely hide
She knows they don’t care to know the colors inside
Truths can’t be untold
Here she lays with a different mask to hold
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
Where is Home?
Wars forced us to leave many houses behind
So home was a suit case, then a hotel, then peace of mind
I wander to meet trees that don’t know my name
I try to start a conversation, but people think I’m insane
My roots were dislocated and sometimes I feel suffocated
Then I remember,
Home was never far behind
Home is a place here in my mind
Stranger Paths 