Holly Madison Reid: Poems

Holly Madison Reid Dec 2011

What's this? My mind deceives me.
I dance with my thoughts, cling to them tightly,
Then push them away.

What's this, but a distant memory,
Daring to creep back,
Haunting me.

Our dandelions grow,
They spread like a plague.
But what's this?
December,
And they have withered away;
My only souvenir.

So proud are we,
Members of this generation.
Doing anything to protect
This facade that they all see.
But what's this? Could it be
That I want you to notice
My not-so-subtleties?

It is so, but it seems
You don't see what I see.
It appears that the tables have turned.

What's this? The once strong and independent,
Becomes the one who is unsure.
I suppose this is what I deserve.

Rondeau

Holly Madison Reid Dec 2011

Rondeau

You cannot hide your lies from me,
Though I'll admit I've been deceived.
Your thrashing words plastered in my mind,
I endured that pain for the longest time.
And still your promises, you've yet to keep.

I'm naive? Yes, that may be.
Every foolish line, I believed.
You laugh. "How could she be so blind?"
But you cannot hide your lies from me.
It would seem you have the victory.
But revenge will remain my destiny.

I see you in your cave, disguised,
As you wait for your next victim to arrive.
You cannot hide your lies from me.

The Father's Promise

Holly Madison Reid Dec 2011

The Father's Promise

Found am I,
the broken-hearted,
so ashamed of what I've been.
Remain in me, Father,
for I have sinned,
but I am renewed in You again.
I have left You many times,
but still You wait for me.
With outstretched arms, You call.
"There is a burden,
though it is light,"
these, Your words to all.
In Your voice, there is rest.
Gently, yet humbling me, You spoke.
"Come, walk along with Me,
as I carry the weight of this yoke."

— The End —