Thursday, 22 August 2013

I was scared
A long time back
Or so it seems
Of being hurt,
Scared so bad
That I couldn’t let anyone
Come close to me.

Then you came along
And I feel warmth
And strength
And faith
And hope
I’m scared no more.

Now I have
New things to be scared of
And today
I feel most scared
Of myself
When you stand by me
All weak and soft
Telling me things you tell no one
And believing in me
Not to hurt you
The way I look at you
I’m terrified
Of the me
That’ll want to pinch you
And deep
Into the part of your heart
That needs most
To feel loved.
I love a lot of poems
And stories
And people
And things
That break my heart
I love them despite it
Sometimes, I guess, I love them for it.

Sunday, 11 August 2013

Thinking of all the things I think will make me happy
But what if one day
By a swift move of some fairy godmother’s wand
Or some blessing
Or by sheer hard work
I do get all of it
And what if it doesn’t make me as happy
As I thought it would?

What if all the people and places and pictures
Can’t destroy the fire burning my soul
And what if all the music and dancing
Doesn’t tire me at all
And what if I keep looking for
A place called home?

What if I tell myself
That the true days of joy are somewhere ahead
And for now not laugh a lot
And what if in reality
Maybe the time to be happy
Is now?