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Winnalynn Wood May 2021
You take me to choir and then we get to drive around
Stop by for pastries and watch the coffee grounds

And it’s autumn time and everything is turning gold
I feel warm and cozy even though it’s really cold

And I find out at school that everybody loves pretty and cool
I didn’t know that my friends could be so cruel

But you hold me and whisper it’ll be right
Those kids were only looking for a fight  

All the moments in life I’ll remember with you
Even on the days I cry and feel sad and blue
I know you love me and I love you too

And I’ll cherish every little memory
Cause one day you won’t be with me

Your warm smile in that picture frame of glass
Reminds me of things we did in a golden past
tribute to my mother
Winnalynn Wood May 2021
Yea I might of messed up today
Don’t think they’ll ever forget

Things aren’t always the same
But I need a brand new reset

If I had a shooting star to wish upon  
I’d find myself forever beyond

Past the skies of cloudy grey
Racing by every previous mistake  

Maybe I’d end up in the right end
Try to pick up a couple new friends

But everyone that I have to meet
Isn’t anything like what they seem

Why can’t I just be someone else
I’m tired of being called myself

When can what I achieve and try
Be something worthy in their eyes

I want to be seen, I want to be heard
I want the freedom to fly like a bird

I need some confidence to grasp
Every comment feels like an attack

It’s never mine and will never be on my side.
Tell me you have anxiety and feelings of worthlessness without saying it
Winnalynn Wood May 2021
If I’m not beautiful enough for you, then what am I?

If I’m not funny enough for you, then what am I?

If I’m not smart enough for you, then what am I?

If I’m not rich enough for you, then what am I?

If I’m not entertaining enough for you, then what am I?

If I’m not enough for you, then who am I?
Winnalynn Wood May 2021
And a memory goodbye ruined her life
Enough tears shed to fill the bottles of wine

Drunk on wounded spirits in the basement wells
She couldn’t cope with easing out of those musty swells

By any means soon, even by a lended golden ladder
And a heart brushed cold beats the slightest sadder

Nights slipped away, in a tone-deaf passing of by  
The sun southed the horizon one too many times  

And the seasons erupted and shifted and growed
While ambition and inquisitive pathways slowed

Long enough to drop her face in those hands
That saved her from a million sinking sands

A longing to feel as light as a whisper
To flow as freely as a racing churned river

A gem of carelessness yearned to be attained
Wishing dazzling diamonds on her soul’s shattered panes

For a cup of sorrows to be done away with
Traded perhaps for a tall glass of cold bliss

And over and under the many years
A seed of delicate harmony appeared  

Within her soul, a long gone spirit was renewed
That babbled and brewed from a pocket of youth

That accompanied such anticipated  change
A hoped for and prayed for, delightful  exchange  

And somewhere without the here and now  
A faithful companion is smiling down  

From a sky with creamy clouds and dreamy blues
Who would have assumed the tests time pursued
Would ascend her tarnished soul back to you
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
i don’t know who i am
but i hope you understand

i’ve already soared so far
but when asked who you are

how could I answer to them
their question always stems

asking me again, who am i?
i don’t know even about life

sometimes things seem alright
and other times it feels a lie

knocking again they ask,
who are you?
i still don’t know, i tell the truth

but when I looked beyond myself
i saw that the greatest wealth

is seeing within the minute things
noticing the gems that dwell unseen

to take not for granted anything i have
to see the sun shining behind the black  

and now i can certainly answer to
the wisest question, who are you?
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
Internal battles meant to be discounted
And anxieties rumored as dismounted
While nothing could have amounted
To the tales within those mountains
Regarded and enabled as fountains
Of flowing wisdom which hasn’t counted
The melody of life yet to be sounded
A treasure seemed and well-rounded
Singular rhyming sequence based on my ruminating about worries and fears.
Winnalynn Wood Apr 2021
The riders gleaming golden saddle
Hides the swirling, eternal battles

Fought within the bravest minds
Surfacing amongst the worst times

Laid bare to eyes they’ll never be
Imaginations one will never see
I wrote this to describe moments of anxiety that can be too much and overwhelming
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