she grew through the cracks
absorbing what she could
even getting stepped on
where she stood
yet she worked and worked
and stretched up to the sun
she held firm
she wasn’t done
until her leaves so long
blanketed the ground
and her dainty petals
blushed the air around
she had found her place in the world
~ the weeds in my garden are beautiful
lost, I am
have been for a while
have been for how long now
this maze
it’s you
your vines
wrapped around
my feet
and toes
screaming
but if you let me
I’ll soothe your feather skin
lost, I am
but I don’t mind to stay
just as I reach it
it explodes into a thousand shards
it rains down
cuts me
tears open
leaving scars
there is a world full of stars out there
don’t you know
I didn’t
until I was shown
by the ocean so blue
and so bright
the ocean that turns to sky
only at night
these days it’s so hard being a word artist
popping out words like pills
choosing them carefully
the right combination
to stir feelings and thoughts
to get a reaction
well here’s a reaction
this right here
I’m so aware of me
of you reading me
I don’t know what I am any more
and
I want to be more
more than just the words on this page
and on this screen
we are one under the sun
feeling her heat
embrace our skin
we laugh together
as she plays with light
tickling the spots between our eyes
we are one under the sun
just another stone
sinking to the bottom of the pond
I whisper to the stars
blu-tac-ed above my bed
let them hold my words
in their dim yellow glow
hold them
hold them
when I’m all alone
a cloud of words
drifting and drifting
trying to speak
the words
finding meaning
and nothing
new meaning
finding
words
more words
drifting
floating
the deep cuts
in the traveller’s hands
was where I saw a mountain range
carved into it
and a whole world
a story
waiting to be discovered
the unknown
waiting for me
in the silences
between you and me
I feel
the warmth of your love
blanketing me
give her the tools
to grow
and she will
build a whole new world
most
are afraid
of getting hurt
by letting
a little magic
into their lives
..
those
who do
find
it’s hard to leave
because
they’re addicted
to its light
We are like flowers
whose stems have tangled
somewhere in the middle
but still on our own paths
growing up and up and up
This island
used to bring me
the whispers
of faraway lands
on the backs of
messengers in the breeze
but now
the waves are thicker
clouds heavier
as these whispers pollute
the air I breathe
Travel
we do
from place to place
everything changes
except your face
when I feel lost
in this twisting world
it’s in your eyes
that I feel at home
The girl in the picture
is no longer here
but the woman you see today
exists because of her
ShakelaTheWriter 