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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 Mar 2021
Things don’t always turn out the way you long them to
Those whom you love truly won’t always be there for you

Remember the few moments in time
When forever was promised without a goodbye

If only things could somehow remain the same
I’d never have to beg for the memories to stay
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

— The End —