Poetry Collection

Changes

I've never liked the change of tides;
as time bides, it's like change of sides.
I'd like to see a place in between,
but it's a place in time that's rarely seen.
Personally, in between is where I thrive,
because without judgement I find drive.
Although it's a place that's undefined,
leaving people puzzled and unrefined.
The tides used to take hold of me,
blinding me into a rush, I couldn't flee.

I could also look for it beyond the clouds,
being grounded I can see only frauds.
I used to float about just like a balloon,
but didn't see you had me wrapped like a cocoon.
Wrapped a thread tightly around your big finger,
I don't see how I could just hang there and linger.
Fought for your face to just look my way,
when I finally caught it, I had nothing to say.
When you finally gazed at me like the clouds,
I peeked out the cocoon and saw only crowds.

My fairy tale had returned from a snowy fair,
and I thought there would be smoke in the air.
Although I got tethered to the ground,
for the first time I felt safe and sound.
Even though this was new territory,
at first I wanted to browse every category.
It's weird to see a juggling show while you struggle,
then thinking all you want is to juggle.
Realizing I'm free to go to the fair when I want,
with joy it made me scream and chant.

Aside from feelings, I was never all by myself,
the floor was never as open to delve.
I did think these fairy tales might be nightmares,
Starting out bright and then fading like flares.
Although you were a fairy tale I read,
I never wove the story with my own thread.
By myself I don't know what path I'll weave,
but this roller coaster I will never leave.
It starts and ends on different sides,
but at least it's the journey that resides.