Maria Francine

Maria Francine Aug 2015

Rock bottom is the place
where you realise that the
fundamental flaw in your human
character has not been overcome.
And as much as your try to deny it,
it will haunt and hinder you for the
rest of your days.*

© Maria Francine

#depression #hopelessness

Maria Francine Aug 2015

First Loves

First loves die hard.
A fluttering wasp buzzing
On my window sill
A wing broken
Gasping to breathe.*

© Maria Francine

Maria Francine Jul 2015

I miss you

I miss you and I wish I could tell you
               But I am here
                       You are there
    There is no way to speak
And show you I care
            So I write you these words
       In the hope you will still be there
                  When I come back to
show them to you.

© Maria Francine

Maria Francine Jul 2015

When contemplating the future

It might feel safe
And predictable here
But out there is exciting
And there is no place I would rather be.
I could writher and grow old here
Clasping onto those I fear will run away
Or I could live life for myself
In the hope they will still be there when I return.
What choice should I make?

© Maria Francine

Maria Francine Jul 2015

Estranged

I will forgive you if you leave me alone.
They say it is easier to love than hate
But there is too much hurt to turn back time.
We are shadows passing through the night
No one will care
If we don't overlap.

© Maria Francine

#ghost #estranged

Maria Francine Jun 2015

Masks

I
Wonder
If I will still make sense
Of you, when I can’t think any more
And the things that you need, I hope I will.
This confusing buzzing inside my head
Is growing louder and louder
Until I can’t make sense
Of anything
Any more.

A
Void where
Their souls would be
Looking into their eyes, senseless smiles
Burning into my thoughts, hateful and hurtful
They wear masks to disguise their true faces.
I wander out each day, and try to see
Who is wearing a mask
I know it is not
Me.

© Maria Francine

Maria Francine Jun 2015

Pictures of a doppelgänger

I look at her there
Looking so sure and so confident
A life I feel I have led before
A very long time ago.
"Are you sure she isn't me?"
"No," reality said.
It’s funny how I feel her thoughts
Racing through me at once
And feel that light on her skin.
I'm struck with what might have been.
I'm sure she is what I was when I was there in that place
When I was born in that year
And I wore that face,
Left to find my bearings in her direction...
I will remember her, just in case.

© Maria Francine

#inspiration