Her hair hung down in ashen curls,
on skin all snowy white.
Hazel eyes adorned her face,
her collar buttoned tight.
A rosary wrapped around her hands,
on which countless prayers were raised,
a gift from Mom, to a little girl,
that lasted all her days.
Cowering in fear
a life without meaning
my purpose in vain
exist without feeling
I turn up the music
to the threshold of pain
drown out the voices
all shackled in chains
Don’t know where to go
there’s nowhere to hide
’cause you can’t run
from the monster inside
the first brick fell
the wall soon followed
the inside shown
as not but hollow
Awakened again,
unable to sleep,
for the stirrings below
of leviathans deep.
I’m sick of my life owning me,
the things that I have done.
It seems I want to run away,
from the person I’ve become.
I relish the feeling of crisp new pages,
the scent of ink in the air.
Some, may speak of enchanted places.
A handsome prince, a maiden fair.
Ever speaking of future,
my dreams I would share.
Oh the things I’d accomplish,
when I arrived there.
When at last I looked back,
it was then I did find,
my life was created,
one day at a time.
Scurrying about the ants below
in quick succession lie.
While high above their little world
within this plane I fly.
I’ve never been one for long goodbyes,
feigning sentiment that’s full of lies.
Our paths separate as we reason why,
time divides and friendships die.
Dodging, darting they separate,
in playful colors beneath the sun.
Paths cross as they converge,
again becoming one.
It’s a short-lived reunion,
as their ways part once again.
United in divergence,
like leaves blown in the wind.