I am an amateur poetry writer, just trying to get my work out there hope you like it.
She spent her life thinking it was the darkness that she feared, she would would run away from the shadows that slowly crept near.
By Andriea Munkelt6 years ago in Poets
They called her beautiful She smiled They said she was amazing She smiled How could she believe it to be true when all she sees are images of women looking more than splendid.
It was your birthday, I know, I didn't forget, I just chose not to acknowledge it. It was your birthday, same as last year but I chose to ignore it, I chose to not relive that hurt, pain, I chose to restrain from that.
Once I took a bay leaf and on it wrote a wish, I burned the leaf to the moon and thanked her for her kiss but the moon she wasn’t listening and my wish just turned to ash.
Sometimes when I'm in the shower, I like to pretend I’m In the pouring rain and every drop that rolls down my back, is carrying away my pain, I like to watch my silent suffering get washed down the drain.
If I should cry, right here in this bath, I know I can wash my tears, down the drain and if I should cry, alone in this bath, I know no one can see my silent pain.
She thrived for the highest level of perfection, in everything she did. She walked and talked and acted just like she thought she should,
My heart breaks slowly, while my mind hides the pain, One lonely tear rolls down my cheek as I can no longer take the strain.
The house is a mess, the dishes ain't done, there are clothes on the floor where they were flung. The beds are not made, this is all true but my children are smiling this i can do, i can fill our home with laughter,
Birds do not belong in cages, their wings are there as proof, they belong to fly up high, higher than your roof. Birds do not belong in cages trapped behind those bars, they belong to sour up high right next to twinkling stars.
Once she was a warrior The jungle would fear her roar She would stamp her feet and beat her drum always louder than before.
