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Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
I want to run, run away from this thing called life,
and make my way toward a new me;
a renaissance to believe in and hope for.
I’ve grown impatient with the meaningless days and sleepless nights;
dreams that disturb and work unsatisfying.

Frightened of change, for there is comfort and familiarity
in the desperate misery I’ve become accustomed to.
The uncertainty of tomorrow is beyond my vision,
Yesterday has undone me and tortures me stil.
You were my hope and my future.

Now I must go alone through life’s dark alleys
without your light to guide my way.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
Coming out of the dark, let light ascend.
Oh so dim, a glimmer of hope,
in this blackness that I have felt for so long.
Hope has long since died.  Holding on was all.  

You made me hope for a future,
but it was just a dream;
a nightmare with its bleeding wound refusing to heal.
You alone hold the key to set me free.  

Set me free then; do what you must
to give me the wings to fly.
Half-truths and lies hidden beneath misguided kindness lock me away,
leaving me behind while others move freely.

Oh free me from this loneliness,
give me an open door to this prison; a key to find my way.
Give me the heart to believe in a future
complete with a love to call my own.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
I‘ve been a rebel all my life,
fighting against established formality.
Dreaming about adventure and other lands,
making plans inside my mind.

Trying to break free to be myself
searching to find me amidst the ruins of childhood.
Looking for that magic knife
to cut the tether that holds me.

Your grip no longer holds the person inside
I’ve cut the chain and broken the link that held me.
You’re but a memory now I hold to
As I have become my own.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
Thoughts tempered with the fires of life,
dreams of youth vanquished, replaced by reality.
Happily ever after endings, an illusion we’ve been nursed on,
lives spent weaning ourselves away.

New paths uncharted and unfamiliar,
fear and doubt direct our moves, beyond world’s end.
Holding on to what we know, sacrificing what could be,
unknowingly binding ourselves to our past.

Can I find the clue to guide my way,
someone to lead me forward to my future?  
Let me feel renewed and alive,
so I search beyond my limits for my life in you.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
Crashing into life, frame shattered.
You’ve put an end to my flight down the eternal mile.
Red scattered about, broken shards of life by the roadside.
You have shut me down bruised and battered.

Can someone save this body of mine?
Can someone put this mind at peace?
Samaritans come to rescue and ease the pain
of a body and soul that can run no longer.

Oh blessed hands from above,
have you spared the heart that beats within?
Have you cupped me in your palm?
Can I believe that you stand by to protect me once more?
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
I met myself among the ruins of life
The quiet simplicity of truth has left me speechless.
Around me I find discarded ideas and beliefs,
shells of relationships and the cries of lost ones.  

You’ve finally let me go after a battle so long fought.  
Gone to let me grow, to stumble though life on my own,
with the myths of youth scattered about my feet.
What is truth?

A lifetime since we said goodbyes
still I find you in my thoughts and dreams.
Kissed by your loving care.  
and protected by your memory.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2012
Memories crying, screaming to be heard.
Try as I might to bury these amidst busy days,
still they rise from the backyard of my mind haunting my dreams,
making youth a nightmarish memory.

Empty rooms cry out in agonizing silence.
White ghosts float on lifeless bodies with the same question; why?
Anxious moments still taunt just beyond of safety.
The sickness that gave birth to this still clouds the mind.  

So long ago, a lifetime to make peace, still lucid moments of torment
making March an anniversary dirge.
It makes no sense to cry for those gone, for mortals spent in tragedy,
yet every year I try to understand once again, why?
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
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