So many things to write about So many words to use So many ideas running through my mind yet none seem right But I don't have the confidence to ask for validation For an opinion My ideas are for me I don't like being judged Does anyone? So a writer's block But only blocked by my insecurity And my fear of being judged There you go My poem.
I ran through the forest, the wind wildly wiping my hair. In the distance I could see the light from the house.
“Mom, dad, you will never ever believe what I just saw!” I said as I opened the door almost out of breath.
“Well, why don’t you go and get ready for bed and see if we believe you tomorrow Lora.” My mother said warmly. I went up the stairs on my tip toes.
“Good night Leo.” I whispered to the second door in the hall. Leo is my baby brother. I went around the corner to the door that led to my room. Careful to not let it squeak, I opened it. To my surprise it opened easily.My dad must have greased the hinges. I silently thanked my dad. When I slipped into the room, there was a stack of fresh clothing on the window seat. I took it and placed it on the bed. I looked out the window and I thought I saw a starry figure weaving in among the trees and then it vanished.
It was the day before Halloween and Sophia Magdalene was getting ready with her best friend.
“Come on Charlotte, it will be fun.” said Sophia holding up an old dress.
“I don’t get it though, how is this ever going to look good?” said Charlotte, sounding disappointed.
“Oh come on, use your imagination.” Sophia replied, closing her eyes. “Imagine that it is all nice and ironed, covered in sequins and with some fringe at the bottom too. It will be great!” she said, opening her eyes.