Paper, pen and Poetry 💕

The Brooding Poet

Look At You Now

Look at you now,

Tear-stained, dazed and dejected.

Gone are the golden rays and feelings of spring.

Now you search for the remedy

To winters’ merciless sting.

Look at you now,

Reaching for the moon and the stars,

But you do not get too far,

For your ankles are still chained to the ground,

Oh darling when will you fly?

Look at you now,

Glass fragments on the stone cold floor.

The chill arises and settles on your skin,

But you do not budge,

You feel nothing at all.

Look at you now,

You are not fine china,

You do not shatter when you fall,

This fight is not your last

You have not lost it all.

Look at you now

A chipped tea-cup within the perfect set,

Your skies may be murky and grey,

Your Heart pierced; thoughts in disarray.

But you have not lost…

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Commit

I don’t need anyone,

But it would be lovely to have someone

kiss your wounds,

To hold your hand through the storms.

To protect your heart from the hurt.

To dry the tears that slip out.

To simply be there.

I search for something greater,

Someone I can commit myself to.

I don’t need anyone,

But I want something like this.

via Daily Prompt: Commit

 

I Am

Look up to the sky,

That dusty cloud suspended in the air is me.

Nature dictates that I roam free

There is no course that is set for me,

I go where the wind blows.

 

At the foot of the beach exists a grain of sand

That swirls and twirls at the waves demand,

That, is also me.

I have no home,

I belong to no shore.

I settle where the waves place me.

 

Do you see that rugged headland that juts out at sea?

That, once again, is me.

I am a victim of the wave’s appetite.

I have no power,

I have no voice,

I simply let it break me.

 

I am the tin man from the wizard of oz,

Rusted are my joints and heavy are my feet,

Tap on my chest.

There’s a hallowed sound that resonates throughout my body,

And an empty space for where my heart use to be.

 

There is a long forgotten novel at the back of my bookcase,

The cover has paled, been tainted,

touched and gazed upon by curious eyes,

But the pages remain unturned,

Its contents unexplored.

And darlings, that novel is me.

Out with the old, In with the new

I’m cutting off all the toxic things from my life.

I’m extracting this illness from my soul.

I’m brushing away at all the dusty corners of my mind.

I’m clearing past the grey veil that surrounds my heart.

I’m opening myself up for something better,

For I’m sure that even I deserve that.

It’s me before the rest,

I hope you understand that.

I choose me above anything else.

You see,

There is more to me than the skin I take shelter in,

And there is more to me than my faults and torn up edges.

Why couldn’t you see that?

Why can’t I see that?

 

Watch me,

As let go of what use to be

and make space for what

would eventually become.