Packin’ Up

 

Packin’ Up

What do I bring

on this once-in-a-lifetime voyage?

Do I take the pieces of my broken mind

or my too-sensitive heart

that people love to rip apart

or my inside soul that

hasn’t stood the test of time.

Nobody else wants this stuff,

so why should I?

I’ll just reinvent myself

from scratch

good at math

ambitious

loveable

succcessful

excel at science, or better yet,

be good at something that pays bills.

Stuff that makes me worthwhile, in the eyes

of society, or maybe for just one person

out there somewhere, in another life.

My suitcase is almost full, but still

I sneak in foolish things

like my imprisoned childhood creativity,

a beloved stuffed animal, or even ten, and

last but not least, my love for sentient

animals and plants,

just in case I have the chance

to be both me, and

someone new and improved.

 

Dark poetry for today: Covered in darkness

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covered-in-darkness

Covered in darkness

 –

Hollow eyes, a distant stare

Consumed by sadness and grief

Overflowing with despair

Death would be a relieve

 –

Cold heart, a fake smile

Broken by failure and unable to cope

Drowning for quite a while

Deprived of all hope

 –

Feelings numb, a bitter mind

Tortured by frozen memories

Long lost desire to be kind

Living and breathing, such futilities

 –

Vanished strength, no more fighting

Captured in a never-ending horror story

Exposed wounds keep on bleeding

There is no one who can save me

– 

Naked spirit, stripped of all

Never knew any happiness

Lost wings, sure to fall

I’m just a soul, bounded by shadows

and covered in darkness

Just Patty

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