It’s not often I share a portion of my creative writing on this blog, but I feel like I might as well, it might help me get back in the groove of writing. I also don’t write poems often, nor do I ever follow any forms of poetry when I do write them (so cut me some slack on that, poetry fanatics) but here’s a poem I wrote last night just freely, without restriction or editing. I posted it on Booksie, along with the one following it, but would like to put it here as well. I’m changing the title to: “Veiled”
Unveiled,
The truth has thorns,
and the darkness has arms;
happiness lies, and anger explodes.
We move along this common ground,
you and I,
a soup of emotions, ready to blow.
The nature of progression pushes us forward;
we move silently through strife,
and why, who knows.
Plant our feet carefully between mines
we know are there yet we cannot see,
and be, we try, with ourselves,
however bitter that may seem.
We come across a stream that flows free,
how we wish we could be,
blue, crisp, and clear,
with a purpose dear,
to this Earth,
and we envy the stream.
But free we are in the mind and heart,
as the stream can never be,
rejoice, I say, for we are unique.
Unveiled,
the darkness has arms,
and we have voice.
This one is entitled “Freedom”.
A renewing of strength,
I stretch my fingers, crack my neck,
I feel I haven’t lived for years.
The sun shines bright, an orange morning light,
and I wonder how long this will last,
this time I know this is real.
Birds chirp their welcome songs,
trees dance in the breeze,
and I observe it all,
a caged bird now freed.
A renewing of strength,
this feels contagious,
a bubbling pot on the stove not contained by any lid,
a new homeostasis.
This is freedom
in its purest form,
a feeling unmatched by others,
but envied by them.
Extravagant and glorious,
it makes you harmonious
with the past,
present,
and future.
A trick only freedom can do,
this renewal of strength.
Let me know what you think.