PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

there’s a poet in me, a woman with wide eyes staring at a bright white screen in the dark,

typing spilled feelings at one a.m. every night before she can sleep;

there’s a little girl in me, made of tears and broken skipping ropes and sticky paper- mache,

who constantly puts bandaids over the broken places and just keeps going;

there are dreams in me, fragments of picket fences and small stuffed animals, suitcases poorly packed, birdsongs still unheard and mountain views still unseen.

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There are things in me you’ll never know.  We are made of different star-stuff, you and I.  Sometimes I forget who I am; the kaleidoscope turns and I am yet again a new self.  I lose the eye of the storm.

                and here I am.  falling.

I read books and tell you stories; sing songs and hold your hand. we can climb those mountains together; we can see setting suns and painted skies; we can follow that primal yearning for something Else, something more, together. a journey.

you can speak my language now, you say.  you can parse the words and riddles and see some kind of truth. and I, I can read your silences. the spaces between all your words. you have no idea how much you say.

                so here we are.  falling.

I told you once not to fall too far, too fast. to look where you were going. fruitless advice.

you may never know what some of the symbols mean; why I have so many books; where each feather and stone comes from. you may never see some of these scars, their meaning.

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Sometime I am a girl who hugs trees.  Who sings and weeps at the stars.  Who puts her soul on paper but never gives it away all to one person. I am fragmented.  It is safer.

If you are okay with only having some of the pieces, with only knowing parts of the story, with someone who does things out of order, backwards, who lives every moment as if the universe were about to break her or make her, but keeps it all a secret

then I am here. but know that I will fall. that I will break. hide.

You don’t have to know how to find me.  Just watch.

Just watch, and be silent.

You will never have all the pieces.  If that’s okay with you, then come and play.