Identity
by Patricia Harris
Who am I, Really?
Hiding behind labels,
Lost in pretending
I understand who
I am supposed to be.
There was a time
When I was sure
Of who I wanted to be,
No labels, no questions,
just me and who I wanted to be...
Age has changed me
adding fear, adding wear and tear...
adding the questions
and the lost identity
that I find the need to chase.
Corset
by Serena Mossgraves
strangling
I struggle to breathe,
the tightness nearly
breaking me...
pull the strings,
tighter still,
for vanity demands
the corset drawn
to bone tight.
I forgot to post this when the book released….
Perhaps forgetting is better
by Patricia Harris
Lost memories seem
to weave the idea of grief
into daily life,
speeding the thoughts
through the loom making
the blanket of heaviness
to weigh on the mind.
Perhaps forgetting is better,
a feather instead of stone...
the moment left alone
when the weight is less
on the shoulders than
Atlas knows.
Murder
by Serena Mossgraves
A murder takes flight
on wings of shadow
against a field of
the purest white
towards an azure sky.
I find myself wanting
to join them,
spreading wings and
taking flight.
The extreme beauty
in the difference
between the
shadow and the light,
fills the world
with wistful imagination.
Caustic
by Patricia Harris
The words that drip from your tongue
burn deeply into the soul,
Caustic like the acid,
Perhaps I am lost in a fog
of the brain melted by what you had to say...
I stand here broken,
wondering if I have made
many the wrong choice,
Walking through the acid rain...
for someone who will never see
the damage inflicted.
For the one who will always
cause me pain.
Drops of Light
by Serena Mossgraves
I don't need to see
bright examples of
Illumination,
Don't you see that simplicity
will work for me?
Minor drops of light
to illuminate
that which I need to
examine.
Do not flood my sight
when you can easily instead
illuminate gently
what I need to see.
Brainless
by Patricia Harris
somehow I have lost
my brain in my travels,
I feel like a zombie
wandering loose lost.
Every one seems to think
I am brainless
because I don’t follow
the notes of society’s song.
One Candle
by Serena Mossgraves
is it too much
to light a single candle,
to illuminate the world
one small light at a time?
One Candle to fight the darkness,
one Candle to push the dreary away.
I am not trying to rid the world
of all the darkness,
That is too much for me to try,
I just want to push some light
into the world so that I might see.
One Candle is enough for me.
Lost Time
by Patricia Harris
I have spent so much time
giving away parts of me
with no concerns of
what I was tearing from myself...
Thinking that it was
what was expected
from me...
In reality all I was doing
was pouring time
into others,
openly ignoring
the holes I was creating
inside of me.
Pattimouse 