Traumatised and Still

 

Traumatised and still,

Arms outstretched like the branches of a tree,

Leaves rustling and lost with the effects of a turbulent wind,

Deep rooted this trunk through a hurricane,

To survive a storm and grow anew,

A fitting home for crows to choose,

Clouds in the Sky

To look at the clouds in the sky,

Shape and images you try to spy,

Faces appear to deceive a mind,

A form of trickery of being sun blind,

Birds of prey loom overhead,

Do they thick that one is dead,

Comfortably numb the day is done,

Just laying still,

Basking in the sun, 

An Open Stage

To walk upon an open stage,

On a dawn of a brand new day,

No lines are learnt or how to perform,

On this new day you are born,

To act a part in so many ways a character shown of who you are,

To be loved or hated, 

Time will tell,

This depends on how your story unfolds,

A Spell is Cast

A murder of crows flying high,

Some crows perched on branches high,

Viewing a witches dance below,

Round and round they prance,

Chanting words thrown to the wind,

Carried far as the ritual begins,

A spell is cast,

Now the act will be told,

A Fake Smile

A fake smile,

Crimson lips,

Biting one's tongue,

Keeping emotions in check,

Emotions buried in the depths,

Feelings hidden behind the eyes,

Storms identified when one cries,

Tear stained scars left on blushing cheeks,

A path that ends with a good bye,

That lesson learned,

Good try,

A One Way Sign

I saw a sign upon the way,

One way,

To show the way,

Forward in a direction no one knows,

Only memories to be made along the way,

Oh, of the stories to be told in our elderly days,

Of storms we sailed,

Of rainbows we have seen,

The days of sun where we played and had fun, 

Shining Stars

Stars shining above you,

Glittering in the darkness of night,

Lunar ray's your guiding light,

Steering you to the dawn of a day,

In sweet dreams your carried away,

In wishes and hopes that will make your day,