Despite my Smile, Despite the grin,
I couldn’t seem to let others in.
this Heart of Glass was cracked before,
so filled with scars that cried “No more!”
When I reached out a pleading hand,
old vows crumbled to shifting sand,
Met with silence when questioned “Why?”
In time I thought, “Why even try?”
The world on paper is unbound
As free as imagination allows
Limitless like the great blue sky
Yet for a holder of a pen
For the narrator of a play
You’re confined
Restricted by words you said
Enclosed by rules you set
The world outside is vast
With mountains as high as the clouds
With seas deep and dark
Many faces and their numerous stories
Many paths and walkways unexplored
Yet for an explorer you’re bordered
Surrounded by walls as thin as paper
One by the name of fear
Unwilling to taint the canvas
Hesitant to take it away
In a small white room I stayed
Alone with gloomy thoughts
Circled by the intimidating blank
Petrified by the what-ifs and could-bes
Crumpled by the weight of stillness
The world is broad and infinite
But would you be willing to make it so
Author note:
The world on paper is unbound
As a writer my world is as wide and free as I allow it
So why do I feel like it is small?
Looming over the bright sky
A dark, commanding presence
Covering the day with darkness
Taking away the warmth
A rare sight to behold
Of the moons magnificence
Often forgotten and untold
Yet no eyes dare to see
A presence of fear
A presence of gloom
A rare sight to behold
With no one watching
Tapping of feet
As they run down the street
Huffing and puffing
But feeling too weak
As we go about our day
As we walk Life’s narrow way
we tend to worry, fear and stress
feel the world’s weight around us press