once upon a time
i was a poet
i formed words into phrases;
formed phrases to the beat
of the heart that pulsed so eagerly within me
when i was a poet
once upon a time
once upon a time
i met a stranger
he brought life to my soul;
brought my soul to a flame
that burned brightly like the sunshine on my shoulder
when i met that stranger
once upon a time
but once upon a time
i became afraid
i could no longer pattern words;
there was nothing there to write
in the journals gath’ring dust upon my bookshelf
when i became afraid
once upon a time
once upon a time
i lost my dreams
i fell victim to the darkness
i darkened my own reflection
in the mirror which once knew my brightest passions
when i lost my dreams
once upon a time
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
once upon a time
i was a poet
i formed words into phrases;
formed phrases to the beat
of the heart that pulsed so eagerly within me
when i was a poet
once upon a time
once upon a time
i met a stranger
he brought life to my soul;
brought my soul to a flame
that burned brightly like the sunshine on my shoulder
when i met that stranger
once upon a time
but once upon a time
i became afraid
i could no longer pattern words;
there was nothing there to write
in the journals gath’ring dust upon my bookshelf
when i became afraid
once upon a time
once upon a time
i lost my dreams
i fell victim to the darkness
i darkened my own reflection
in the mirror which once knew my brightest passions
when i lost my dreams
once upon a time
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2016.
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