Maybe I'll once again take up a pen to my hand,
I haven't got too much to say,
my words they all taste bland,
I wish that I could dance and sing,
not fear my voice as it rings,
Maybe I'll take on a new face,
new name,
new me,
Because right I look in the mirror and don't care much for who I see.
For now I'm too big for ballet,
with less to eat and a few short weeks the weight will melt away.
I'll write sad songs no one will hear,
I'll write words just for me,
I'll say things that I'd wish you'd hear but you'll all just ignore me,
I'll take my new name and hide it away until the day I'm ready,
to be small and sweet,
ready to dance on the points of my feet,
and fear not that I'm unsteady.
***********
Love LUNA
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the dark
PoesíaTrigger warning. To be polite. These are poems I've written. In all honesty not the good ones. Or maybe they are. But they're not my print published ones. I'm not that brave. :)
