Poets logo

And Then There’s Now

Writing from Paradise

By cookie footPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
Like

I have dreams of getting more sleep

I hide in the shade and pray for more sunshine

worry holds my hand

and takes me on a path away from you

I hold my breath and whisper for more air

I crumble for strength

the past is a ball chained to my ankles

the future is just out of my fingertips

I scream for silence

I fight and scratch for love

I cry for happiness

I bleed and bruise for this life

I walk alone on highways and interstates

I meet family hidden behind the masks of strangers

I ask the wind who I am

but it just plays with my hair

Maybe now

I will sleep for more dreams

sad poetry
Like

About the Creator

cookie foot

writing is my therapy don't bully me

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.