If I could soar on wings of freedom's grace,
The world would bow to me in wide-eyed wonder.
Above, the sky's expanse, a boundless space,
A miniature world below, cast asunder.
But here, I find no path to escape this sphere;
in the shattered, white car, autumn whispers near.
The world outside awaits my tumultuous fear; like a brazen mockingbird,
I race nowhere near.
My brother's hand, a lifeline in this bleak domain,
Searching for refuge through his eyes, I strain,
Seeking solace from this turbulent rain,
Desiring love and warmth, my heart refrains.
I remember chasing light's embrace so brightly,
Only to be thrust into a house of darkest fright;
red and blue lights pierce the night so keenly,
Yearning for a mirror, an escape from the blight.
Soon, all colors fade, and darkness does amass.
Memories held dear are swallowed by the night's vast.
Family, once known, is now an enigma, a broken glass,
My mother's face, a cryptic message, changed so fast.
Those we called foes became our steadfast friends.
In this stormy journey where everything bends,
Life's kaleidoscope twists and takes unexpected ends
In this ever-shifting world where love and hate blend.
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WEB: A Collection of Short Poems
PoetryThese poems gave me a sense of longing, struggle, and transformation. They touched me on themes of personal growth and change. Especially over the last few years, but a recent turn of events led me to explore this realm more.
