Monday, November 5, 2012

Bruised and Battered

I wrote this poem in December 2011. :)
 
 
I tripped and fell today
A scar from the past ripped open
I watched all the poison ooze out
and fill the air with doubt.
I ran to find a bandaid
before the poison could take over
it wouldnt stick to the wound
due to it being used over and over.
My mind went astray
and I began to panic
I thought this scar had healed
never to surface the planet.
In all my distress
I burst into tears
realizing this old wound
will haunt my life for years.
There is no running away
there is no escaping
the scar that remains
will continue to be gapping.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Obstacles

I wrote this poem when I was 16. Although I don't recall exactly what this poem was reflecting around in my life, I find it very ironic that it fits more of my life now. As a writer who keeps everything I put on paper it's funny to have this trail of my past. What is even more comical, is that at 16 I thought I knew what life obstacles were. How many times have you told yourself, "If I only knew then what I know now." Enjoy.

*To anyone that has had cancer leech into their lives... Chin up loves, this is only an obstacle. One you overcome.

Obstacles
January 15, 2004
 
I feel as if I'm drowning in an ocean of my life
The waves have washed my happiness a million miles out of sight.
No matter where the water flows I find myself plunging deeper
And every time my bubble bursts I grow a little weaker
 
I feel as if I'm tumbling down a mountain of my life
Each step I take leads to a place
Filled with hopelessness and strife.
But when I drift away at night, and submerge myself in a dream
The sea is calm, the waves roll gently, and I feel like a queen.
My attitude is bright and my heart swells with pride
I lift a load off my back and set reality aside.
Constantly I worry that the hills will be too steep
And every time I trip or slip, I see failure and defeat.
But when I tuck myself into a heavenly slumber
The land is flat
The slopes are smooth
And the world itself is a wonder.
I pleasantly skip across open fields,
And let the winds sweep through my hair
How grand is it to dance in a dream
Though my real life is waiting somewhere
Life is a twisted obstacle course
I hurdle through challenges
And feel joy and remorse.
My only escape is seen, through closed eyes
And the second they open, my fantasy dies.