This is a handful of poems from my soul in my weariest time, when everything within me seems to die. I hope you can also relate with some of the emotions that I’ve felt in my past, and realize that while your soul may be restless, your endurance will prevail. This is an excerpt from a poetry book I am working on.
As The Storm Rolls In The waves began to roll in Tranquill and gentle Yet underneath the fish stirred with unrest. I tighten the ropes and flex the sails Yet the wind whips stronger The ropes are slipping out of my fingers and And the waves amass into oceans Cold and cruel and daunting A flash of light A crack of thunder A simple warning that Nothing will be the same What Do You Want To Be? They ask me What do you want to be when you’re older when I know they seek to know which profession will you settle into so that your family can be proud I must be realistic but also aim high anything less than a professional won’t get me far in life So what do I want to be? A simple woman with simple dreams is respectable and approachable But no, I am bound by my desire to reach higher that my short arms can extend I am trapped in that feeling that If I do not change the world, I have failed my purpose Thus, I’ve realized that it is not a profession I seek but something to fill the gap in my confidence something to put my soul at ease As long as my legs are strong and my heart is pounding I wish to impart my impact onto this world though i have nothing to say They ask me What do you want to be when you’re older I have one answer I want to be at peace. Positive Commotion Isn’t it funny how life is simply a series of motions and by our death, we’ve served no purpose What could I do to make a wave in an ocean to bring about positive commotion