Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2010
remembering something lovely
remembering a dream
I fall into myself, I fall out again
I get so lost, so empty
and when my eyes open up
I am just a loose,
simple image of myself
just a pretty little doll
that walks and speaks simply
I awake, dress, eat, deliver
I drink, speak, break, sleep
it is so lovely, I forget to stop
and so like clockwork I am running
and I fall into and out of step
my own footprints
little trails of little patterns
Rachel Strowbridge
Written by
Rachel Strowbridge
Please log in to view and add comments on poems