Starrla's Poem 2

I Am Breathing

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

They stole my gifts.

They blindfolded, bruised, and bound me.

I am hurt but I’m not broken.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

He washed the blood and took the pain away.

He didn’t take the blindfold off but I don’t need eyes to see.

I am confused but I’m not letting it throw me.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

She dug in deep with her talons sharp and stole what was mine.

She doesn’t know that everything is not as it seems.

I know more about my gifts than she can understand with just a taste.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

He washed the tears away again.

He apologized although he did not sin.

He took loosened the ropes that bind me.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

She takes a little more of me every day.

And afterward I feel less, less than what I am, less than what I was.

I don’t know how much more of this torture I can take.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

He gives me his strength so I can stand.

He promises he’ll get me out.

I still don’t understand what all this change is about.

I am okay.

I am breathing, I am breathing.

I am okay.

Gabriel's Poem

She and I

I am ugliness I am sin.

The queen’s obedient little pet.

I am everything the queen wanted me to be.

She is my queen’s prisoner.

She hold’s magic in her blood.

She is only a vessel, nothing more.

I am a shadow of my former self.

I smile at their pain as the queen does.

I laugh at their terror as the queen does.

I am a shadow, less than a ghost.

She is sunlight and moonbeams

All rolled into innocence and strength.

Even in darkness she shines.

Nothing seems to extinguish her light.

I am the monster.

I am the villain.

I am the executioner.

I bring nothing but pain and death.

I am the queen’s favorite pet.

She is different, special, mine.

I tasted my future in her blood.

With her angelic sight my sins are cleansed.

I am stronger than I think.

I’ve done awful unimaginable things.

But I can be forgiven.

I can save her.

Lexi's Poem

Just Take Another Drink

There’s a bottle on the floor.

There’s a boy in my bed.

And I don’t know his name.

And I don’t know where I was or what we did.

And honestly, I want a drink.

Just take another drink.

Just swallow these pills.

I’m clicking my heels please take me home.

I ache from bruises I don’t remember getting.

I feel all used up, as if there’s nothing left.

And I don’t know why I do this.

And I don’t want t be this person anymore.

And honestly I want something more.

Just take another drink.

Just swallow these pills.

I’m clicking my heels please take me home.

There’s a shirt on the floor that isn’t mine.

There’s an empty bottle of Vicodin on the floor.

And I don’t know who was here with me.

And I can’t remember the last week.

And honestly I just want a drink.

Just take another drink.

Just swallow these pills.

I’m clicking my heels please take me home.

Dahlia's Poem

I Guard Your Death

I guard your death.

Such a fleeting touch but with it I see so much.

I see pain and heartbreak.

I hear mothers crying out for sons.

I see fathers spilling tears for daughters.

I guard your death.

Such a short vision but in it I see so much.

I witness murders.

I hear the death screams.

I witness last words and last breaths.

I guard your death.

Such an awful curse to see so much.

Starrla's Poem

I See

I see a future in your touch,

But only God knows if it will mean much.

I see a vision of a life,

But only God knows if you’re meant for love or strife.

I see snapshots,

I see the newspaper clippings of your could be life.

The headlines, they say things should be looking up.

But there’s no guarantee.

No matter what I see in my magic ball

This life is still made up of one plus one equals two.

 And every choice you make is another addition or subtraction.

I see could be’s and would be’s.

I see maybes and possiblys.

But God only knows what your future holds

I’m just chasing shadows of a future that hasn’t been written.

Poem of the day...or maybe week...or even possibly month

**Wrote while listening to Captive by Sarah Harmer**

Little Fire

Oh little fire,

How bright you burn,

With all your matches struck and your candles lit.

Oh little fire,

How warm your heart does blaze.

So much that I’m sure the flames must lick your breast.

Oh little fire,

When the moon forgets to cast her soft light,

Your eyes like embers burn bright.

Oh little fire,

Oh steady light,

Oh North Star to lead me back home.