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Kelsey Mar 21
Dad,
Piano music always reminds me of you.
I picture you playing
On a cloud so white
The very air twinkles
With the sound of your
Perfect tune.
It fills my heart
With a love so heavy
My whole body becomes light.

What I wish I could say,
What I wish I could do,
If I saw you on that very Cloud
Playing only for me
Can't be predicted.
Even in my imagination.

If I could run to you,
Wrap my arms around you,
Listen to your love song,
And sit beside you
As you played,
That moment would be
My clarity.
My heart finally at peace.

I would never want you to stop.
I wouldn't say a word.
If you just kept playing on that heavenly cloud.

Because I wish I listened more.
I wish
I could hear you play again.
Not just in my mind,
Not just in my dreams.
But on our own little cloud
Just you and me.

I love you, my piano man.
Grief, a physical representation of love. I miss you, piano man.
Kelsey Mar 21
What a tragedy it is
To grow up believing
That everything gets better
When you become an adult

And when that time comes,
You see your parents
Without their masks--

Struggle,
Pain,
Disappointment.
Painted on their face
All along.

Then they welcome you,

To the rest of your life.
Kelsey Mar 18
It's fascinating
That I keep coming back here.
When my heart breaks
And the darkness seeps in,
When there seems to be
No one to talk to
I come here
And I talk to myself.
I let strangers read the words
That no one can hear.
Even when they spill out of my mouth.
I come back to connect
With my true nature
And to those,
I dont even know their names.
So...I think I'll always be here.
So I can always be free.
My escape
Kelsey Feb 19
The worst way to fail
Is
To not try
Kelsey Jan 22
Tonight I ask God
Why?
What makes me less
Worthy of carrying a
Child
Than parents that
Never wanted
Their kids?
I,
A woman clean of
Smoke and drink and scandal,
Must walk through
Hell
To get what I want,
Whilst others
Traumatize their offspring
With their chaos.
I see the mirror image
Of what I desire
Almost every day.
Yet,
Those that have it,
Have not gone through
What I, God,
Have gone through.
You know this better
Than anyone.
Yes,
I know
I'm not
Perfect.
But what about me
Yields my ability
To create life?
To create it for you, God
Why
Must I feel
This broken?

All I can do is trust You
Struggling with infertility is hard.
Kelsey Dec 2024
I want my writing
To be profound
A work of art you just
Want to hang on your wall
And when you look at it
Day in and out
The words will seep
Back through your skin
And melt in your heart
And suddenly, you feel
Like someone you've never met
Knows you better than
Your closest companions
And somehow that's okay
Because now you know
You've never been alone.
I've finished the first draft of my novel. What I want most is to make an impact on those who read it and to know that my words matter.
Kelsey Dec 2024
Rain beats outside my window
The only sound lulling me to sleep
In this dark, cute apartment
I wonder how I might earn my keep

The black shadows hold me close
Keeping me warm when the night burns cold
I create to show my strength
Before my young skin becomes too old

How might the world observe me
When I emerge from this tight cocoon
With a laundry list of dreams
And no history of silver spoons

The light tells me to be brave
Because the dark won't last forever
My journey has just begun
With no ties left for me to sever
Fortune favors the bold
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