Rage

Justifiable red and hot like fire

I am the anger of a thousand souls screaming for relief

I have tried to live free

free of hate, scorn, and rebuke

free of the ugly stain of the age old sin

and yet

I find myself here

about to explode

emotions on overload

hoping to just let go and yet afraid

because if I release years of anguish and frustration I may just be

incapable of ever calming down again

so I will continue to just be

the quiet girl who holds the truth inside

I don’t want to be the other girl

because she scares me

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Vision

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The notebook paper held it dear

I could not contain my relief as I let every idea free

I wanted to leave my legacy, my mark

But somewhere in the fire of life I lost my spark

I started to collect things like worry, stress, depression, and doubt, and with each new thing

the desire of my heart started to fade

I grew cold and dark

I could not remember those lost dreams only the nightmares of my present state

I’m sorry that my sight and focus lost the vision of the little girl’s optimism

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Broken things

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Do they mend?

Fragments of pieces torn into

tiny little specs of me and you

I am disconnected

I unplugged myself from reality

and guess what I still feel

even though I would love to just be

Nothing quite has been right

since I found out that who I am is really not who I want to be

Have you seen me?

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Broken things

Broken things.

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Vision

Vision.

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Vision

The notebook paper held it dear

I could not contain my relief as I let every idea free

I wanted to leave my legacy, my mark

But somewhere in the fire of life I lost my spark

I started to collect things like worry, stress, depression, and doubt, and with each new thing

the desire of my heart started to fade

I grew cold and dark

I could not remember those lost dreams only the nightmares of my present state

I’m sorry that my sight and focus lost the vision of the little girl’s optimism

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Broken things

Do they mend?

Fragments of pieces torn into

tiny little specs of me and you

I am disconnected

I unplugged myself from reality

and guess what I still feel

even though I would love to just be

Nothing quite has been right

since I found out that who I am is really not who I want to be

Have you seen me?

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