gone with the wind

for oklahoma.

it starts soft and subtle
a miniature breeze kicking up dust

it becomes bigger
more than a whisper

it grows
not only in size, but in monstrosity

becoming an unstoppable
being.

its gusty fingers brush away the past
toppling lives with a single blow.

each wind whips away memories
shattering the glass protecting the past.

still strength lives on
defying the funnel and what it holds;
the broken.

despite how we've been cracked and chipped by
wind,
it is
wind
that will caulk the spaces once filled by love.

it is the
wind
that has stolen
lives,
loves,

but it is that whistling song of
wind
that will lead us back to sing.

unbroken.

we will remain
until the
wind
can snap in half.

mother bird

to the best mother out there.

as a mother, you are my caring dove
pure and beautiful; filled with love.

as my friend, you are my by-side sparrow
singing me on through my life next to yours.

as my guardian, you are my watchful hawk
keeping dangers at bay and prolonging the future.

as your daughter, i am your young chickadee
seemingly never quite ready to leave the nest.

you've done your best to buff my wings
before my flight.

I may be soaring soon
but your love will keep me forever grounded.

happy mother's day mom :)

the only fear is fear itself

this one is about fear.

i am afraid of beginning.

what has done and what has yet to be
promises opportunity
at a sorrowful price.

sacrifice is not optional.

by putting a foot in the right direction
we take two steps back into the grasp of mistake.

until we learn to r u n.

no aspiration is flawless
in fact it is these flaws that become our guiding eyes
into the vision of why we cannot let the fear of fear overpower us.

the finish line does not appear to those who expect to find it
but only to those who have earned the eyes to see it.

the journey begins with a start.

behind what you see

ok, i think it's a known fact i am loving this english class. here is yet another poem regarding identity and what lies within.

there's more to me than what you see.

i've hidden an identity of darkness and sorrow
behind the joyous light you've come to know.

i've fought invisible battles
against the force that has kept them hidden.

i've taken the hurt without a scrape
but inside i am slashed and scarred red.

i've denied the pain from myself
but i can only pretend for so long.

behind what you see is a warrior
fighting what shadows me within.

there's more to me than what you see

unless you've looked hard enough.

if

this is another assignment for my english class. it's related to the other one, but more open-ended. are y'all liking these posts, or do you want more narrative type pieces? let me know :)

if i were to reappear

bruised and battered by the knife of my life

would you look beyond the blood?

 

if i were to show you my scars

despite how invisible they’ve tried to become

would you wonder?

 if i were to forget

what to do to fit the mold of society

would you disregard the fingerprints?

 if i were to come out

of this cocoon of fantasy

would you see me for who I really am?

or would you be caught in the reruns of who you thought I was?