
The sound of innocence
A child’s laughter
So pure, and pristine
Carefree, and wild
Everything is beautiful
To be that small, again
Alas, it cannot be
I’ll keep wishing on a star
©️Unapologetically Me

The sound of innocence
A child’s laughter
So pure, and pristine
Carefree, and wild
Everything is beautiful
To be that small, again
Alas, it cannot be
I’ll keep wishing on a star
©️Unapologetically Me

I am in love
with days of grey
The smell of the rain
as it moves over the land
The way the wind blows
brushing over my skin
Caressing every sense
as only, days of grey, can
©️Unapologetically Me

My mind wades through
memories-
Long since, locked away,
childhood memories-
Reminiscing the life
I lived-
Out, in the country
miles away from town-
Grasslands, and fields
those sceneries were my views-
No loud sirens
no sounds of traffic-
Just random animals
pillaging-
Meandering around
in, and out of, yards-
In search of scraps
a warm, or cool, place to sleep-
Life was good
a pleasurable existence-
The innocence of childhood
content with such purity-
Wishing, again,
for such simplicity-
©️Unapologetically Me

A sky, darkened grey
Comforts a distant being
Wrapping them in rain
©️Unapologetically Me

My soul lies trapped
Caught in a claw
Wanting just to be freed
Imagining a colorful world
Beyond this darkness
As vibrant as a prism rainbow
A magical beauty
One that won’t dull, over time
One that will always be
A sight to behold
©️Unapologetically Me

Unhinged sanity
Insane, only in my thoughts
Alone in my mind
But the voices do call out
Instigating my breakdown
©️Unapologetically Me

Fascinating, the thoughts that haunt the mind,
a light switch that flips, continuously.
Your mood can change in the blink of an eye,
quicker than backroads, shaped sinuously.
How many times have you pictured your death,
did you see what was used to end your life?
Was it hard, and painful, to take a breath,
or did peace consume, in the midst of strife?
The brain acts different, when laced with despair,
it’s like a demon that steals happiness.
But, when laced with light, serenity fairs,
and the host prevails as a champion.
The mind, itself, is a powerful place,
delicate, yet strong, easily displaced.
©️Unapologetically Me

Bank your words of lore
Silence thine tales of fiction
Instead, speak your truths
No more lies to salve your soul
Let honesty make you free
©️Unapologetically Me

Caress my pages
Paint them with your scribes of woe
Revive a dead soul
©️Unapologetically Me

Bark, lines barren trees
Its leaves caress the cold ground
Spring will make them whole
©️Unapologetically Me