Poetry Day 4, Journey/Simile

no luggage makes for a boring journey since my hands hold no stories

and as i’ve mentioned before, without my baggage how would i travel”

how could i unravel where i’m going without telling you where i’ve been

like the daughter i bore on a September night, all that is me comes from within

there is no end in sight when you have to keep starting over

peace is like the four leaf clover i desperately want to find

my mind is not my own–it is the shared space i’ve rented out to my depression and anxiety

and compliancy is a must, though it is disguised as lies dressed up as trust

the trauma that trails in my footsteps are like medusa’s stare which turned me to stone

but life is the hammer that chips away at me, so that one day i can return home

poetry day 2/face&alliteration

radio silenced radiance runs rampant while waiting to be revived

her pools of reason remind me why she sees reality in the way that she does

because her beauty is not random, but reserved

her reflection is unheard but is that of a single rose, thorned and ready

steady are the fine lines that lead to her way out

“remember me”, she shouts

rich in resilience, how could i ever forget