Original Work, Poetry

an answer to Why?

My constant companion,
Never far from sight,
Always there for just in case,
How rarely you see the light.

An Idea of what could be, a future
For the two of us, you and me.
Grand plans created so alive in my mind.
In reality, likely never to be.

Untold stories trapped,
So many of them locked inside so deep.
Fear of Failure – lies told – doubt of oneself in truth.
Your unblemished pages, yours to keep.

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Original Work, Poetry

bare limbs against the wind

bare limbs against the wind
standing tall and firm like your gonna win.
dark and looming, the sky overhead
Fighting off the feelin’ you’re better off dead.
As rain begins to fall like tears to wet your skin
what you thought once gone, that old familiar pain appears again.
Finally the sky clears – bright and shiny,
But you’re still left feelin’ tiny,
cause buzzing around like a tease is a buzzy lil’ bee,
while you – trapped by your Roots – are busy longing to be free.