My head under water,
browsing through my thoughts,
or so I think, they are mine.
Somewhere, when things get
quiet, I can hear the beating
of a drum, the rhythm
so indistinctly mine.
Birds flying, leaving no
trace behind, on the deep
blue canvas. Inside of us
are endless stories, some
happy, some sad, yet
infinitely ours. Inside of us
are endless possibilities,
no matter how broken
we've become.
I cannot hide, you portray me without question
my ebb and flow, my dark and light
you're my constant friend, and I
cannot look at you and lie,
'cause lets face it, I'd be
lying to myself, right in the face
you may not have all the answers,
but you're a good listener,
and here's a little secret for you to keep:
" I don't know who I should become…
but maybe it's enough to know
who I don't want to become."
*
- This was fun, written as a prompt.
you become…
somewhere between ploughing the fields
with bare
hands and feet
climbing
rocks and trees
because
daylight demands
to be
soaked into your skin
you become…
somewhere
between wishful thinking
and
dreaming of your hearts desires
music
taking you to new heights
bathing in the lake of your imagination
do you
notice what you gain and what you lose?
you become…
a stranger
to the child you once were
so distant
and cold, not at all innocent
yet you
keep returning back to childhood
as a
magnet, hidden in those days is a story
of how your
personality unfolded
you become…
yourself,
somewhere on the path
like a
caterpillar turns into a butterfly
you find your voice
© Natašek
Leaves are falling,
Flying before coming down
As my days are passing
Colour like memory fades
Reminding me I should leave,
Yet something is still keeping me here
I asked for empathy
Yet we lost the human touch
Somewhere in the system
Remember when you were young,
How long ago that seems now
Yet deep inside you,
You don't feel a day older
The same girl, the same boy
The same essence,
But with a little less spark in the eyes
Your light shines in everything you do
Everything is connected somehow
Which path you choose,
The people you meet,
Can we help each other sing?
in the garden where
the wildflowers grow
I heard a wolf howling, deep into the night
sadness all his own; it made me think of you.
so close but living distant lives,
what force still binds us together?
I plunge into the eye of the storm
soul restless, searching for harbor
please, just persevere.
I blow into the dandelion puff
they dance into the air,
so weightless and free
in this darkness, things
that truly matter - shine.
just watch, with
curious eyes,
everything falls in its place.
It's been a hard week. I feel so lost and caught, not seeing a way out.
