Caught in Change

Caught between an abyss and a hard place

Feeling trapped by emotional appeal.

Two to three, two to three,

Running through my head.

Caught between truth and reality

Wanting more than statistical standards.

Two to three, two to three,

Just a number, not even a name.

Caught between choosing a trigger and a pill

Which is easier to deal with.

Life or death, life or death,

Seeing no grey, only black and white.

Caught between yelling a whisper and whispering a scream

Wanting anyone to notice me.

Life or death, life or death,

Wondering which one I’d be found in first.

Caught between fighting the good fight and giving up

Calculating numbers in my head.

Breathe in breathe out, breathe in breathe out,

When waiting on hope is sucked in with every breath.

Caught between sparing your feelings and sparing my life

Making sure only the right emotions leak out.

Breathe in breathe out, breathe in breathe out,

Trying not to ruin everyone’s life, but mine.

Caught between getting help consciously and subconsciously

Molding each sign into my life.

One cut two tears, one cut two tears,

Streaming sweat down my sleeved evidence.

Caught between your lies and my lies

Always learning which to listen to and believe.

One cut two tears, one cut two tears,

Black under my eyes like liquid proof of the wrong decision.

Caught between doing the right thing and living life obliviously

Learning of the girl behind you for the first time.

One word one look, one word one look,

Just a glance and back to the safety of the known.

Caught between being cool and standing out

Noticing she’s different, yet realizing she’s spunky.

One word one look, one word one look,

Saving a life that was so far gone.

Caught between teaching and learning

Standing up for the weak hearted.

One day, one week, one month, one year,

Seeming to make a hint of difference.

Caught between changing the world and going back to being ignorant

Saying hi to everyone, a new person each day.

One day, one week, one month, one year,

Smiles blooming out of new faces every second.

Breakthrough

A face.

Two eyes, two ears, a nose.

Nothing. A reflection.

No inflection. Nothing.

…a list of nothing.

 

Make-up on.

Hair up, tie the bow. Perfect.

What color are her eyes.

Her lips, her hair. Perfect.

Always the perfect color.

 

Matching. Always matching,

Greens to browns,

No, blues and purples. Effortless.

A necklace. this purse, those shoes. Effortless.

Life seems so stress free.

 

A break, cracks down the side.

Shattering pieces. Broken.

No reflection.

Personality kills, drills a hole out of you.

Broken, leaving nothing but pieces.

 

A new leaf, no longer a reflection.

A nose, blue eyes, blond hair, Me.

Scattered thoughts,

Remnants of her still there,

Who I used to be, a mirror image no more.

Me, unique down to my angel kissed cheek.

Remembrance

Sing me a verse so sweet and kind

That it takes the pain away from this aching mind,

And let the flutter of hearts be heard

That they may cling to your every word.

Take away the pain of sorrow sweet,

And maybe again this day we’ll meet

On heavens clouds in robes of white

The dream I dream this chilling night.

And love me to tomorrow’s end,

Where we undoubtedly part my friend.

For love cannot keep you here

Away from all that you hold dear.

This misery that held you to your fate,

Has been taken away from you in the days of late,

So go now from me and leave behind,

The secrets of a peaceful mind.

And I will love and cherish the memories tight

Of those days when you did not have to fight,

To stay awake and be alive

Where you found it not so hard to thrive.

We held the chains that bound you here,

With our lingering separation fear,

But now we lift your spirit high

So that to a great paradise you may finally fly

And be remembered here in one great heart,

That in the end will never part.

A little about the Author:

I find the hardest thing for me to write about is myself. I can never figure out what to put in and what to leave out to present a clear and defined picture of who I am. I don’t know what people want to know or what they would find to be too personal, and I can never figure out what’s just too taboo to mention. I am a poet and a storyteller. I create my characters, not document their lives thus leaving me with little experience in biographies. I feel, however, that to effectively write this blog you, my readers, must first know my back story. So I apologize in advance if I am a little vague on some aspects and too vivid on others, my life is not a work of fiction, so I find it hard to figure out where to start…

For the purposes of this blog I will be known by my first and middle names, Willow Forest. No they are not pen names, these are the names given to me by my parents on November 1, 1992 in Hurst, Texas in a little cottage back in the woods. They may seem a little different, but let me assure you there is nothing normal about me. I am 18 years old and a senior at Gainesville High School in Gainesville, Florida. I do not play sports or an instrument, but instead spend my time studying, singing, and writing. We never had it easy in life; my mother was a single parent, which left my sister caring for herself and for me. Now as I look back I cannot imagine surviving without my mom or my sister.

I have written since I was in elementary school. I write small pieces like poetry and short stories, and I started working on a few books, but never got around to finishing any of them before I lost interest. I will be posting mostly poetry as this is primarily meant as a poetry blog, and that is really where my passion in writing lies. My muse is life and her trepidations and as long as I am living my muse will, too, live on. In the end I hope to someday publish some of the poetry I have written but for now all I wish is to get my poetry out there for the general consumption. Enjoy!

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