HOW TO FIND YOURSELF

Just when you do
all is lost.
In the corner,
on the street,
under the covers,
a mystery to be found.
On my walls
in my dreams
all I see
are wanted posters for me.

Don’t worry who you are,
for many feel an orphan
just in need of roots.
Travel down the stem,
beneath the surface
where everything lies,
a pond of talents awaits.
Drink the water,
receive many riches.

Life is a change
constant as seasons,
cold and unknown,
in need of sweetened sun
that washes negative images aside.

A Dark Memory

In this room I’m but a speckle
Surronded by crystals and paintings
Dim of light, the broken lamp lies
Bulb cracked, lampshade twisted
All I manage is to lye
Covered in bruises, rolling tears
Hidden by the black leather chaise
My heart thuds in fear of you
Your expensive charm no longer hides
Such a horrid inside
Stop convincing me your that porcleain doll,
Ontop the wooden stool in the corner
For I now know
Who you truely are

~The bold words were starting words I used to create this fictional piece.