Yay me, I skipped a week. I'm going to say that it is because I was on spring break, which should give me more time, but what's the point of actually taking responsibility for unpreparedness? Anyways, the poetry bug caught me--which is a little ironic, because I cannot tell you how many times I have said that no matter what, I would NEVER write poetry. Do you know what I've done like at least twice since I actually got serious about writing? I have VOLUNTARILY written (really bad) poems. The only time I've written poems before was for school, and I have to say, I wrote a pretty great limerick in seventh grade. For comparison, here is my (surprisingly okay) seventh-grade poem:
There was an old man from New York
Who couldn't stand the sight of pork
He once ran away
On barbeque day
And tripped and fell onto a spork
Pretty great, right? Well, here's the poem I wrote when I was in bed trying to sleep. Because what better time to write? By the way, before you read it, just know that it has no rhyme or meter, but like there is a bit of rhyme (more slant rhyme than real) peppered through. It has a tune in my head... Anyways, here goes:
She goes through her days
A stone mask cov'ring her face
She can't let anyone see
The brokenness inside, or maybe
They'll realize
She's not who she seems to be
Built a wall
Brick by brick
"Don't let anyone inside
Or all the things you've tried to do
Will all come crashing down."
Life is meant to be shared
Not hidden inside
A shadowbox somewhere
But the voices all whisper inside,
"You're gonna lose it if you don't hide."
The mask is unshakeable
The wall is unbreakable
The brokenness fills her life
She will drown, 'cause she can't
Swim to the other side
No end in sight
"Swim towards the light"
Where is the light?
The mask is cracking
The dam is bursting
A tear slides down
Her heart is breaking
The wall is falling
Falling down, all around
Brick by brick, down, down, down
But how can she build from the rubble
A patch that can fill a broken heart
Such a show of vulnerability
Will it help, or stunt her new start?
Life is meant to be shared
But who can one safely share it with?
If unprepared
Your heart will get broken to little bits
Again
Again
Again and again
How do we know
It won't happen again?
How will we grow
If it happens again?
How do we hope
If it happens again?
No one can know
If it will happen again
It's why we trust
Take a leap
Hope for the best
No matter what happens next
We can still grow,
With a little hope
On we can go,
With a little hope
God only knows
But we learn to cope
Don't let it go
Hold on to hope
Life hasn't given up on you
Don't give up on it too
Pray we can hope
Even if we get broke
Without the stone
I now realize that that last line was a bit confusing; the stone it refers to is the stone mask that the girl at the beginning is wearing. Just so you know ;)
Please let me know which poem you liked better! (My vote is for the limerick)
-Jana B., YAuthor (not a very creative sign-off, I know, I'm trying, I promise, and I hope you like all of the commas I've used in this one set of parenthesis)