I remember being a young, innocent child,
Optimistic, happy, and full of imagination.
While playing I would envision my future,
A life that would be everything I wanted.
Slowly I grew into a depressive teenager,
My optimism was crushed by a harsh reality.
My dreams were replaced with nightmares,
I no longer could see past the grim present.
As I continued to grow into a young woman,
I saw the world for what was wrong and unjust.
Seeing the good in life seemed impossible,
All I could see was abuse, pain, and sadness.
I searched to see if I could find any good here,
and surprisingly beneath the dirt was some good.
Finding my optimism was a challenge that I met,
I had to grow up and look past the negative events.
Finally as a adult I could see the reality of society;
Good exists, but we cannot ignore the evil events.
Life is a balance of the sadness and joy we feel,
Dreams do not have to become extinct as adults.
I can still envision a happy future and be realistic;
I am not doomed just because real life is imperfect.
I will not give up on finding treasure under this crap;
My life is not over and I still have dreams to live out.
A blog featuring poems, short stories, diary style writing, and short plays from aspiring author Rae. Feedback and comments are strongly encouraged whether they are negative or positive.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Holiday Blues (A Poem of Loss)
The magic of Christmas is alive and well,
But my loss forms a storm cloud over me.
I feel sadness in my heart instead of joy.
Someone I once had and cherished is gone.
At a time when I should feel happy and free,
I am painting a smile on my face with lipstick.
I adorn my body with festive, bright clothes,
All while I mourn inside for what I loved.
I watch others with loved ones and envy them,
I miss her and wish I had her around longer.
She was taken away from me before her time,
Her life was cut shorter than any life should be.
I wish I could see them and get another chance,
See what kind of person she would grow into.
If I could change one thing this would be it,
For a life should never be taken away so soon.
But my loss forms a storm cloud over me.
I feel sadness in my heart instead of joy.
Someone I once had and cherished is gone.
At a time when I should feel happy and free,
I am painting a smile on my face with lipstick.
I adorn my body with festive, bright clothes,
All while I mourn inside for what I loved.
I watch others with loved ones and envy them,
I miss her and wish I had her around longer.
She was taken away from me before her time,
Her life was cut shorter than any life should be.
I wish I could see them and get another chance,
See what kind of person she would grow into.
If I could change one thing this would be it,
For a life should never be taken away so soon.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Summer Days
Days are long and bright
Sticky sweat is pouring off of me
Summer heat is here
Time to go cool off
A refreshing swim is great
Or a trip to the beach
Rain cannot be found here
A drought is upon this land
May cooler days come
Farmers have their crops
Produce is in season now
Fresh, ripe food is here
Fall is on its way
Back to school sales are here
Vacation will end
Sticky sweat is pouring off of me
Summer heat is here
Time to go cool off
A refreshing swim is great
Or a trip to the beach
Rain cannot be found here
A drought is upon this land
May cooler days come
Farmers have their crops
Produce is in season now
Fresh, ripe food is here
Fall is on its way
Back to school sales are here
Vacation will end
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