To The Select Few Who Wander

A snap of magic

And there you are

A wild figure

Lost to wandering

Always searching to be more free

Such desire to be as a bird, a flame

Oh, so beautiful

Striking in captivation and awe

As lightning and snow

When they are together

I am Gone

I am gone now.

But it sure did not make anything better.

Instead you are still throwing punches

Our walls are no longer intact

You shattered your trophy

And forced your failure upon yourself.

I am gone now.

Will I even get to say goodbye?

No.

You have been gone for quite some time,

Although you have not yet left.

But would I say goodbye if I had the chance?

Yes.

I would cling to you with all of myself

And my tears would stain your shirt

And be a reminder of all the times that we had

But do not have anymore.

I am gone now,

But I missed you before I was gone.

Even now you haunt my thoughts

And are the reason for my tears.

And now how can we resolve

When we are beyond each other’s reach?

And how can I breathe

When each effort for air is strangled by my hardened heart?

And how can I help you when I am gone?

And would you accept my help if I were there?

You were gone before

And you are still.

And now I am gone too.

Beyond My Reach

You live in a world beyond my reach

Walls you built so high; I cannot see.

I know because I’ve tried with incredible feats.

You have blocked me out with a crystal wall

Struggles rage on, worse every day

I can see each one, but cannot help at all.

You face foes beyond my own

Fighting them relentlessly, but your power falters

If you had let me in, dual strength would have shown.

You do not believe my ardent pleas

They bounce off your fortress and back to my ears

I want to help you. Let me please.

You think I would crumble against what you fight

Demons, rage, and perpetual stress.

I would stand with you with all of my might.

You live in a world beyond my reach

Walls built so high, but I can see

The persona you have taken is your most incredible feat.

She Ponders

She has a mind that is pondering

Wandering

With wonder

Awe and reverence

Wide eyes

That capture the scene

And send the image to her heart

And late at night

She stays awake

And opens her heart

Recalling all the things she hid there

And wishes she could change

All the hurt

With so much desire

Thought and wonder

She ponders

Me

I am a writer. I am the person that does not speak my emotions, but writes them into poems, stories, and essays. Here is where you can glimpse a greater part of me: my heart.

I have a heart that yearns for reckless abandon

A glowing passion

And dangerous love with no hesitation

A part of me hesitates with every decision

I can’t make a motion

Without calculated reason

My third side puts its confidence on

Head high, shoulders back, but I’m not a proud person

I’m just crazily committed to my mission

Revealing truth, that is my mission

A persona isn’t a person

The true me exists in the pages I write on


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