I am broken
Underneath this mask of bravery
A whirlwind of emotions rage inside me, threatening to overwhelm me
Rendering me helpless - the damsel in distress as fate would have it.
Tired of saying “I’m fine” over and over again; I’m ready to give up and tell life it’s won again.
Life has won the battle again.

~ a poem : part 6

His eyes weren't grey,
They were a faint azure blue
That faded into mercury.
Pools of molten silver,
Glistening like diamonds
Capturing me in his trance.
A glint of steel; a hint of teal
His eyes weren't stormy,
They were bright and rich,
Shining in the night.
Light dancing like waves
In their inky depths.
I'm drowning.

His eyes weren't grey,
and I'm drowning.

His eyes are beautiful,
and I'm drowning.

I'm drowning.

Most said she had brown eyes,
Others said her eyes were hazel,
Some even said her eyes were bronze,
But they were all so wrong.

Her eyes weren’t just brown,
They were a brilliant mix of chestnut and chocolate,
The perfect blend of mystery and magnificence,
They were the windows to her soul.

Her eyes weren’t just hazel,
They were the colour of the very earth,
Like copper against honey,
With flecks of molten gold that glowed amber with pleasure.

Her eyes weren’t just bronze,
They sparkled like a ray of light shining through a raindrop,
A soulful medley of cinnamon and caramel,
Overflowing with fire and joy.

Oh her eyes,
They were alluring and enchanting
They hid treasures I wished to seek,
And I drowned in them every day.

I am strong
My heart and head in perfect harmony,
Rising to challenges,
Fighting for the truth, doing what is right
With my voice proud and my head held high.

~ a poem : part 5

The brown eyes met the blue
Sparks of hatred flew,
They were 'enemies', this was nothing new
But, could there be more between the two?

I am young
So young, that the world doesn’t see me as a real person yet, even though I am part of the next generation
But not old enough, nowhere near as old enough to have explored the depths of reality and religion or to have understood the world and it’s ways
So many more years lie before me, waiting for their turn:
To prove to those who doubted, to thank those who helped, to care for those who were kind.

~ a poem : part 4

I am free
Free to think and dream of endless possibilities,
Free to laugh like it’s the first and dance like it’s the last
Free to define my life with my own hands, to see the world with new eyes - my eyes.

~ a poem : part 3