Underneath The Whomping Willow( On Hold)

Anonymous

I breathed out, it's hard when you do not have a good and loving family. When you know your mother won't open the door and kiss you on the cheek,when you know your father won't ruffle your hair and joke with you, it's so hard when your sister does not give a shit about you.
Andy knew and he held my hand and spoke lightly"It's OK April,you can face those scum people "
I laughed and kissed him on the cheek and got out of his car
My inner voice"Be ready April "
I rang the doorbell and Dalaila opened it.She stood there mocking my presence.I pushed her aside and rushed inside,the scent of fresh pasta hitting my nose and my mouth did water but I went straight to my room and stripped off my clothes and went inside the bathroom for a hot shower. I changed into a sweatshirt and my pajamas.
I went to my table and opened my notebook. I felt as if my words were trying to break out from my mind and I began to write.I wrote my heart out and it turned out into my most beautiful poem
ANONYMOUS
A melancholic cacophony in the hushed silences,
A sweet pain in the ancient romances.
The wind that caresses the trees,
Stings the unshed tears of mine.
I wonder,how would your caress feel,
Against my tear stained cheeks.

The lightning somehow enlightens my soul,
The darkness tranquilizes my mind.
I sit and stare at the blue ocean above,
And fight back the ocean of feelings flowing within me.
If only you weren't too good to be true,
If only my feelings weren't too true to be good.

I entwine my mind with unknown dreams,
And imagine your fingers entwined with mine.
I tangle my mind with unwanted woes,
And crowd my mind with unseen thoughts.
I wonder and wonder and wonder,
And my life becomes like a whirlpool with a dead end.

A storm within me, and a storm outside,
Where it never snows but only blizzards.
I find my way but my journey remains anonymous,
I do like you but my identity remains anonymous.

I keep on staring at my poem and not knowing fall asleep on my desk.