SadSaw a lady huddled in a blanket sitting on the street
When the rain began she shivered and began to softly cry
I wanted to stop and say hi, what is making you so sad
but I didn't really want to hear the reason why.
I think I knew why she wept,
But I didnt want to hear whatever secrets she kept.
If she was I, I too would begin to cry.
The lameness of her feet were keeping her from standing
the pain in her joints was making her eyes well up
and the friends she had, now were abandoning.
I wanted to share my meagerness with her but coldness
crept into my soul and I knew that it wasn't me to be so kind.
A bitter thought crept in my soul,
If I was to share of my money and my time
If I was to lose a little control of the path I have chosen
I would be risking it all and she might in fact be a ghoul
a drunkard lost in a misery of her own making
and I, could be swept into that, being a sober fool.
Now that I am home, undressed and warm out of the rain
my own tears shed safely behind four walls
I'm drowningYesI'm drowning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not waving but drowning.
Willingly, of course
because I haven't forgotten
how to swim
I merely became too tired
to continue to kick
and fight the current
to stay above the surface.
Of course simply floating
isn't an option
as I would be in a world
of my own creation
with no need for a life line.
Please do not tempt me
with your hand outstretched
to help me
out of the depths of despair.
If you knew me better
then you would realize
I'll pull you in
and you will sink
I'll make certain you sink
along with me.
I am...I am the kind of girl who:I am...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hums Christmas songs long after Christmas has passed.
who looks the absolute dorkiest in the winter because I bundle up like the abominable snowman.
who would rather eat hot chocolate chip cookies than real food.
who wishes on stars and 11:11 yet sometimes I don't even know what I'm wishing for.
who can dream about endless possibilities for hours but never take a single step.
who loves the freedom and the power of running through the woods, but again, can't seem to take a step.
who struggles with wanting to be somebody important and great and with wanting to do something fun and creative with my life, to do something risky, anything to make me happy, yet I've never considered whether or not its even possible to do both at the same time.
who catches fireflies in her hands but never in jars because I'm afraid of hurting them.
who reads, plays video games, and watches movies because sometimes the world of make believe is better than reality.
who pretends to know