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
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
I made a short video of my poem “Answers” I hope you enjoy.
She is not lost
She just hasn’t found her destination
Locked in a cage
But freed by her imagination
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
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
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
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
The wide eyes blinked
It was over
The war has engulfed the pond, the garden, and the moon
It wasn’t her choice
She smiled
Too young to worry, too old to cry
The wide eyes stared at a green leaf, among the ruins
The birds might come back
She poured what’s left of her water on what’s left of a tree
The apples will grow!
(A little darker than I usually write. That is because it was inspired by my life experience…)
In a treasure chest only my eyes can see
I hide things that make me, me.
There you’ll find treasures of my own
poems too personal, drawings so imperfect, and sand from back home.
But here (in the blog world) I find chests open wide.
So I throw the key and join the fight.
#NewBlogger
I see monsters in the park, impatiently cursing the sun missing the dark.
I see paws digging beneath a stone.
Tail wagging so happy to find his old bone.
While his owner impatiently waits to make the drive back home.