Meagan Marie

Meagan Marie Jun 2015

Headache

I don't know how much longer I can stand it...
This banging against my head,
the real me trying to get out,
will the pain ever stop?
Or does the real me have to shatter it's shell
to break free and end this pain?

Meagan Marie Jan 2015

Sunken

I've tried everything I can to pull you up
but the ocean floor is a long ways away
and you're running out of oxygen.
Each time you try to kick yourself up off the ocean floor,
you're just pushing the air out of your lungs.

With each kick, it only gets harder.
Your oxygen deprived brain is
stopping you from thinking straight
and your legs are starting to give out.

I understand why you're giving up.
The energy you have left is barely enough
to survive let alone live.

But I called for you as loud as my voice could bear.
I tossed a rope down, several times.
I even swam down into the deep for you
and you just pushed me away.

Soon all your air will be gone.
I'll finally meet you at the ocean floor
and I'll pull you up
but it'll be too late.
You'll be gone.

I don't know what to do anymore.
I've tried everything I can to get you out,
but I can't grab your hand to pull you up
if you don't at least
reach for me.

Meagan Marie Nov 2014

Reflection

You look in the mirror and see every flaw
     on you face,
Then hold your head down for every little
     blemish, for all of your minute imperfections,
And that is all that you see, all you can
     think about when you watch people's eyes on you.

But we are our own worst critic,
     and how pessimistic it is
That we can only look at ourselves
     and see our worst.

If you haven't noticed, though, you've
     never truly looked at yourself.
You've only ever seen your reflection,
     a mere image staring back at you.

The truth of the matter is that you'll
     never be able to see yourself, only your reflection,
Something that can never fully capture you
     because a picture is only worth a thousand words.
You are worth at least a million.

So maybe you should stop looking
     at yourself in the mirror
And start seeing yourself through my eyes,
     then you will see that
You are beautiful.

#eyes #beautiful #reflection #mirror #picture #seeing #capture

Meagan Marie Oct 2014

Tears

Each drop that falls is filled
with little grains of salt
that hold our pain and sorrow.
As they travel down our cheek
they carry it all away.
But when they fall on our tongue
we don't taste any of it,
in fact, they taste a little sweet
to remind us that once all
of the little grains
have been washed away,
everything will be better.

Meagan Marie Aug 2014

Senior Year

Maybe it's just my teenage mind
But I'm trapped in the middle of a storm.
So deep inside the eye
I can only remember where it's taken me.
I can't see out where I'm going
Only I know I have to chose.

Everything swirls around me so fast
It's nauseating.
How am I supposed to focus?
How am I supposed to decide?

I'm the eye of the storm
But I am blind.

Meagan Marie Aug 2014

Daddy,

Our backyard has grown up.
I don't know if you've noticed,
but as we up
it does too.

First the baby swings were replaced
with big kid swings that
you pushed us back and forth on
while we smiled and screamed as it went higher.

But now the whole thing is gone,
replaced by a trampoline.
Even more mature,
but you can't push us on it.

Then we added the hammock,
for relaxing,
not fun.

And now our backyard is all grown up.
The fun is gone.

Now as I lay, swaying
back and forth in my thoughts,
I realize that
when I look up in just the right direction,
the world disappears
and the backyard is just
our little forest.
And you push me
and I smile.
"Higher! Higher!"

So, Daddy,
as we grow up,
some things will
never change.

I love you, Dad.
That will never change.

I love you, Daddy! That will never change.

This is the second poem that came from one night on my hammock. The other one is called "Swaying." It is very interesting to see how different they are.

Meagan Marie Aug 2014

Perspective

9 hours.
It's a long time to spend
in an airport.
I wore the wrong shoes
and my feet hurt
with every step I took.
But then I saw the tears
and then her story came pouring out
at me with them.
Dad passed,
mom barely hanging on,
flight delayed,
Sister ill,
daughter going deaf...
And my feet hurt
on my 9 hour layover
to Europe...

To the woman who poured your story on me,
Thank you. I needed a new perspective. And I hope and pray that your days since have been better.

#perspective