ID

Composed 4/21/18
Description: n/a

Reckless and free
You are a part of me
A physical manifestation of id-inspired cravings
With kindness and handsome idiosyncrasies
Musical, unrestrained
By any convention other than one’s soul feeling
Fair weather nature
Lover, wanderer
Recorder of life’s victories
And tragedies
That waft
A poison cloud reminder
That you don’t have it all together
Vague posts and alcohol smiles
Mask the anxiety provoked by
Trying to contain the galaxy in your heart
Voices heard slip through lips in passing
The need to be engaged with me, you, all in reality
The key that opens the mystery
Of a tortured solitude
Clouds disappear like your commitments
Inconsistency your only constancy
And the more I know the less I see
The part of you I thought was me

Confidant

Composed 3/3/14
Description: I started this in mid-February, but I finished it today. Simply, this is the importance of writing.

The pen my true voice
The page my sole confidant

When I must hide my thoughts from the eyes of the world you remain
To contain my soul in the hearts of trees
And bury my worries in pixel sleeves

You drain the pain of my mind through my fingertips
Without the burden of worry and regret
But you preserve the raw so I won’t forget

The true identity of my soul
The lessons of a life lived

Wanderer

Composed 8/5/13
Description: A day late posting of yesterday’s Daily Prompt: Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star. (I did write it yesterday; other things just distracted me from posting it.) Anyway, as a college student approaching her senior year, I think about this question of “what do I want to be when I grow up” often. As a child I really never had a solid idea, and even though I almost have my major now, I still face endless possibilities, and my desire changes weekly.

I could never read the stars
Or find my path in dusty books
I wandered along with the wind
Letting it push
Here
There
Anywhere

I had no plan
My guide strangely silent
As a child I loved the wind
Its push
The possibilities
But now I long for a wooden path
And an outspoken escort
I don’t mind the where
As long as there is one

I could run in so many directions
And win the race in all
But which will hold the grandest prize?
I agonize
Which trail to take?