Air and dust rise
To hear her last cries
Her last not because she's gone
But because she has begun
...
Others are like blank pages
Filled with a white nothingness.
I am proud to be a book
Filled to the brim with words
...
Why do songs get stuck inside my head?
Why do I read something I've already read?
Why do words seem easier to understand
But no one sees the hourglass sand?
...
The key to the castle is lost in time
The map to Her crown hidden in rhymes
The gates are shut tight
Too many wrongs not put right
...
Why does no one see
the tears that gather in my eyes
Where am I supposed to be
when I unleash my cries
...
I love to read and write and I want to see others finding the same joy I do. Poetry is something I've always liked and it is wonderful to have a place to share it.)
She Is....
Air and dust rise
To hear her last cries
Her last not because she's gone
But because she has begun
A caged bird you might call her
But that is not what she is.
No, for she is a wolf
Hiding in our midst.
A dragon, her head held high
Never letting her Heart of Hearts die.
Perhaps a phoenix is closer to the truth
Fiery and free
Her death and birth both one thing
Something we cannot see.