Poetry

Hello Spring, 

I see you down the cobbled path; 

Your flowers lead the way, 

I run after you—two can play this game. 

Hello Spring, 

When it rains, I still chase you 

Candle light– 

Flickering in– 

the night. 

Wisps of the dark– 

A dreaded freight. 

Whispered words– 

Before

I had dreams

I had compassion

I didn’t care what anyone thought

I laughed more often than not

I cried over things that mattered to me

Four swimming pools deep and

the chocolate is so rich its making 

me think 

sundresses.

I can spin, 

but your blind until you pick up 

your pen

day one 

day five

I’m walking through a tunnel.

A dark, dark tunnel.

I don’t know what is going on outside

Attention haters.

Don’t blame me 

because I am just trying

There has always been something

Blocking me from the world.

I’m sorry if I can’t explain it very well.

Half a dozen pink hearts 

Strewn across glowing white screen 

Girls guessing at identities 

Of secret beaus 

A link to Spotify 

Once there was a funny goose,

who loved to drink apple juice.

One day things backfired, 

all the apple juice had expired.

The goose then climbed a spruce.

I would 

get up and 

run

out to the yard,

would dance with trees

running up to grab its 

leaves

and spin in my 

pink skirt,

I would pretend

 I was a princess

Why?

Why is it so hard to say goodbye?

Every time I try, I freeze and can't speak...

Why did you have to go?

Why did you have to leave?

You left without a warning...

I felt like I couldn't breathe...

I wrote a poem about you.

One you probably won’t read.

Because I don’t have the courage

And it defeats its purpose anyway