Against My Own Mind
Something is calling me
It is a whisper in the dead of the night
A memory I can no longer see
The flutter of wings when a bird takes flight
The salty wind over the sea
I push against this something with all my might
But it is stronger than me
It crowds towards the edges of my sight
Where only black should be
I already know that I must lose this fight
Tears well up inside of me
A distant memory flickers like a candle light
And I cannot hold on
I cannot hold on
I cannot
I
cry
the child inside was released
i hug my knees and rock myself to sleep
in my dreams i can forget
about everything that i can't change
i can write my own fairytale
act it out and hope it becomes real
maybe if i fall enough times
i'll remember how to stand
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lilac-skies
Hi there! Nice of you to pop in. :) I'm wouldn't consider myself much of a poet, but I love writing and have been experimenting with different styles. My favorite media is short stories but unfortunately you won't be able to read any of them here. I've been thinking about converting some of them into poems, though, like a sort of ballad. My poem Under The Willow Tree is going in that direction. My poem La caida de la luna llena is in Spanish and another of my experiments. I'm trying to figure out which language I'm best at expressing myself in...
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