Dana Richardson Poems

I'm sitting,
I tap my pencil,
shake my legs,
bite my nails,
...

Only those that know me, know my feelings and thoughts,
but no one in my life understands my daily dealings and droughts.
Every day is a different battle, and sometimes I just don't win.
Every day is a different fight and my scars and bruises prove my struggles and aggression.
...

The world is full of beautiful adventures,
those who seek the adventure,
sees the beauty in the world.
There will always be obstacles in the world,
...

The memories,
they help me on my long odyssey.
I remember them as altruistic,
and robust.
...

Snap back to reality.
And oops, there goes gravity,
your lost but you don't know it.
Your knees are weak, and your arms are heavy.
...