Sponge away dark thoughts,
stow them behind ***** dishes,
hidden from guests
Dark thoughts aren’t for pretty girls,
with easy lives and paved roads
to success.
Depression is unbecoming,
lacking in fashion,
and difficult to match.
Bring in spring colors to brighten the mood,
a new palette to lighten thoughts
long gone grim.
A quick coat of color,
a patched-up job to stave off suspicion
that things have gone wrong.
Depression isn’t a thing
happy girls have,
so flash a quick smile
and pass along the mantra,
“I’m fine”

My face knew tears and trauma,
shadowing my eyes and tightening
my lips too thin to smile,
a walking mask, dedicated
to the moves and words
empty of emotion.

ice in need of a thaw,
it held me rigid and raw,
until the warmth of summer
heated me alive.

now I run beneath the sun,
feeling emotions I thought were gone.
Laughing with joy unbound,
I seem to soar and sing
no longer earthbound,
but like the sprites of
tales told in past times,
I meld with the nature,
and let loose my soul.

I gave my heart away,
little pieces at a time,
in exchange for warm smiles,
lingering touches, and eyes
of the clear sea.
I sealed them up each time,
postmarked and clearly written,
delivered safe to your hands
each time.
But in your careless state,
the pieces slipped through,
falling from your fingers
to smash on the ground,
an unforgiving rendez-vous.

Those fragments are lost to me,
trampled underfoot by those
uncaring souls who do not know
the torments and trials of my
worn-out heart.

In their place is barbed wire,
ominous and spiky with its
“go away” signs,
protecting the last of my heart,
an endangered species,
running out of time.

I thought him the sun,
warm to the touch,
a fiery force of strength
shining brighter than anyone.

I realize now he was a mirror,
a reflection of me,
the glint of sun on water,
beautiful bursts of color,
a rainbow, grown from
rain and pain,
sun and fun.
I am the one shining true
breaking up the sky,
slicing through the blue,
with all of the colors
in my soul,
glowing from the center out
to welcome the world
and set me free.

I won’t lose any sleep
over the people I can’t keep.
No tossing through the night,
staying up till the morning light.
Instead, my hair lays in a halo,
I’m not waiting for your say so,
a tangle-free bundle of peace,
a joy that may never cease,
I breathe easy now alone,
a queen upon my own throne.

Without the sun
the flower fails to bloom,
curled in with her sadness and gloom.
With no flowers out
the sun fails to rise,
to spread his rays across the sky
and bring his warmth and cheer,
Two beings on different times
leading to each of their demise,
stars lined up solemnly
as the moon bears witness
to this tragedy.

simplicity of mind seems so sweet
the ideal diet,
but I can’t help but cheat.
Gorge on anger and sip at pain,
ignore the guilt and stuff my face.
tomorrow is new,
a fresh start of hope and peace,
perfect portions to keep me pure,
though my mind dreams of more,
fingers curled in
to resist.