lost and tormented

her life she repented

nowhere to turn

so much to learn

drowning in sorrow

afraid of tomorrow

more of the same

herself to blame

 

the bird and the stone

the bird flew from its perch, feeling alone although he was not alone there....he flew over the place where he had nested when he was young, hovered closer and tentatively looked around....a familiar object caught his eye and he stealthily approached....he recognized its shape and the glow that emanated from it.....as he got nearer, he saw that the once nearly flawless surface was scratched but the incandesence he remembered was still there...he circled around it curiously, viewing it from every angle, then picked it up....he flew with it, tucked under his wing, to places he had been before, but bathing in the warmth the stone gave him, these places took on hues he had never seen before....he then returned it to where he had found it, and flew quickly back to his perch.....drawn again by the radiance, the bird once again gathered the stone and soared, over terrains once familiar yet not........

this continued for awhile until the bird found himself frightened and what was once dazzling to him became blinding.....the stone, sensing this withdrawal, hid under some tall, thick grass......

the bird flew as quickly as he could, back to the comfort he felt in the discomfort he had fled before......he had seen many stones before and toyed with them, taking none into his heart nor home....and this one was no different...

he had chosen to remain in his matte existence, cold and familiar......

 

 

her friend

her friend sits on the sideline

as he has for years

sometimes  holding her hand

as he dries her tears

cheering her on

when she learns to fight

proud that she knows

wrong from right

silently listening as she

pours out her heart

happy that he can be a part

 

 

 

 

she stood still

she stood still and pondered

how far she had wandered

how far she had to go

where to..she did not know

 

she walked even further

she walked even further

not looking behind

to lose memories that remind

her of what she had lost

the risks she had taken

and at their cost

she walked so slowly

she shuffled her feet as she walked so slowly

heart hanging down and feeling lowly

watching the dirt when she cleared her path

as it tried to flee from her feet and their wrath

every step a deliberation

a way to flee from her consternation

music playing songs in her head

her heart just following where they led

a simple thought, a reverie, a shattered hope

anything at all that she could grope

 

re: jection

due to her fear of feeling rejection

she became an expert at its detection

but when the rejection was perfidious

it then became insidious

and harder to pin down

yet it pinned her to the ground

struggling again to arise

this time with open eyes

she recognized its stealth

and dusted off herself

shaking her head in disbelief

while dealing with the grief

all the time she cried

while salvaging her pride