I'm just one line

               in a line of long lines

identical to each as you weave

                 same mistake after mistake

 thinking you choose to break

                the habit with each **one

I was a little girl, once, blissfully unaware
Hanging on to my fathers leg, wearing a tiara just knowing that life could only be viewed with a rosy hue. And that belief I had as a child has stuck with me to this day but it developed with me as i grew. The pink hue met more people, saw more, felt less and got distorted but still recognisable.
I learnt that happiness could not exist without an opposition and the opposition is the most beautiful thing in existence because it Spurs you on to expand the stretch of your own rosy hue. I'm happy with inconsistent contentment because it represents balance, a fair balance that is neither here nor there, only where it can be when it needs to be and it must be followed through

I See So Many


Looking for Validation


Looking for Approval


Looking for Esteem


And love and assurance and adoration



I See So Many


Waiting on Respect


Waiting on Recognition


Waiting on Inspiration


And opinion and votes of confidence


I See So Many


Investing in the wrong things


Losing their way


As they follow another's path


Hoping to be shown


What they've known since birth


I See So Many


Turning to their left and right


Unable to head on


As they gauge the reactions


Of the many that stand side by side


All Terrified that they'll get it wrong


I See So Many


Making things so integral


To their own well being


Dependent on others


On others seeing


But all are blind


Because I see so many*


Have lost sight

Maybe one day

           I'll be able to put it into words

Maybe one day

           *I'll have no need to