Struggle (Page 12)
me (a poem)
there is a me that no one sees
the one i long to be
to live a life devoid of fear
i’m dying to be free
i see a world when eyes are closed
in dreams that’s where i go
for there i truly am at peace
in a place that few may know
The Dark Masquerade (a poem)
Let not the darkness consume you,
nor live in a world without hope.
For trying to live such as they do,
will leave you to suffer alone.
observation from the inside (thoughts)
If you live your life in a box,
it really doesn’t matter
how pretty it is on the outside.
That Which is Written (a poem)
Though starkly intimidated
perhaps overly concerned
with what others think
still I reach out to you
Creativity in search of comfort
Skin (a anaphoric poem)
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
Laughter in the Lunchroom (a poem)
The giggle induced din
engulfed the room in waves
splashing against each wall
with its ever expanding
joyful chatter
If… (a poem)
If I open up and share
all my struggles, all my shame
Will it reach the others
giving hope, replacing pain?
Under the Surface (a poem)
Wearing my mask,
you see what I let you.
Only showing,
what is acceptable.
I hold back the pain,
pretend it’s all roses.
Never let you see,
what’s under the surface.
done. (a acrostic poem)
a fork in the road actually represents five choices.
We can go forward in one clear direction or the other.
We can go back the way we came.
We can sit right where we are and remain comfortable…










