I'll always stay the same
Yet I'll never stop evolving
I've come so far
Yet I haven't moved in years
My imagination is infinite
Yet this closed room is my world
I can go anywhere I want but
I've been frozen here forever.
Rusted hands never shift from thirteen o'clock
Hold me back in the day it stopped
So I stare at the stars dreaming of a future
To escape sliding further into the past
I gaze out of the window and watch the seasons flourish and fade
Blooming buds and lifeless leaves my only way to count the passing months
Shadows dancing across the floor
Are my warped perspective of time.
Hoping for more than this mundane existence
I call out to the children dashing through the sun
Feels like yesterday they were running in the rain
Can't believe soon they'll be skipping over freshly fallen leaves
But it's as if there is a viscous grey fog between us
Because no matter how many times over the years
I call, and wave, and laugh
They never see me.
Bitter ice overwhelms me, leaving my white summer dress tinged with blue
The sheets of permafrost keep me eternally frozen
Thawing a little in summer, then coming back in full force each winter
Cobwebs climb over my pale face, knitted over bags beneath my eyes
Violet wisteria grows across my arms, building over my back
Roses are twisted around my legs
Roots sprawling across my feet
And despite the cold, they survive.
I'll always stay the same
Yet I'll never stop evolving
I've come so far
Yet I haven't moved in years
My imagination is infinite
Yet this closed room is my world
I can go anywhere I want but
I've been frozen here forever.
LD x ~ 15/9/20
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Loudspeaker
Poesia'... are my words enough?' Many themes and issues run through this collection, interwoven with each other, knitted between poems, so much so this is less of a collections of poems more of a continuous narrative. When I write, I'm constantly inspired...
