"overshadows" poems - Hello Poetry

I remember when you were young and wide eyed excited at the possibility of the world and afraid because it was all so big and you, you were the smallest creature in a forest full of monsters still, you had big dreams and wanted so badly to write something so unique and profound something to make people understand you understand themselves see that we are all one know that we all bleed the same slippery shades of water color even if the canvas is is different Fear is an ugly thing and overshadows and overwhelms, ******* the life out of life and the colors out of the rainbow that is supposed to shine overhead and keep the bad the things at bay it crawls into bed with you at night and keeps you awake, drilling everything that is wrong straight through your skull and into your soul like a woodpecker, never ceasing never letting you rest there is so much that is so hard to comprehend and make sense of and it is so much easier to let the fear take hold of you, wrap it's fingers tightly around your neck a noose growing ever tighter, strangling while you struggle until you have no voice left to speak It left you choking out fragments and run-on sentences into a journal that no one would ever see that still makes me burn when I flip through those pages reliving the story of my life that you wrote all those years ago I remember when you thought that no one could see you, so you lived your life like a child jumping up to see over the counter, making make-shift ladders out of whatever you could find so that you could grasp everything that always seemed so far above your reach, losing yourself so easily in a sea of people because they were so big and you were nothing You words are a time capsule that bring me back to a place when when we stared at each other in the mirror and curled our tiny fingers into a fist wanting to smash the glass because we were ugly But my words are a time machine, my gift to you from the future You are small still, but the world is not as big as it used to be and nothing ever comes easy but your dreams are coming true, you did not give up despite believing so often that you would fail and you are making a difference I am afraid because everyone is afraid, but I stand in front of the mirror young and wide-eyed, excited about the possibility of the world and when I look at you now, I know that we are learning to love each other finally.

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC

TheBlackBird

Letter To My Younger Self

I remember when you were young and wide eyed excited at the possibility of the world and afraid because it was all so big and you, you were the smallest creature in a forest full of monsters still, you had big dreams and wanted so badly to write something so unique and profound something to make people understand you understand themselves see that we are all one know that we all bleed the same slippery shades of water color even if the canvas is is different Fear is an ugly thing and overshadows and overwhelms, ******* the life out of life and the colors out of the rainbow that is supposed to shine overhead and keep the bad the things at bay it crawls into bed with you at night and keeps you awake, drilling everything that is wrong straight through your skull and into your soul like a woodpecker, never ceasing never letting you rest there is so much that is so hard to comprehend and make sense of and it is so much easier to let the fear take hold of you, wrap it's fingers tightly around your neck a noose growing ever tighter, strangling while you struggle until you have no voice left to speak It left you choking out fragments and run-on sentences into a journal that no one would ever see that still makes me burn when I flip through those pages reliving the story of my life that you wrote all those years ago I remember when you thought that no one could see you, so you lived your life like a child jumping up to see over the counter, making make-shift ladders out of whatever you could find so that you could grasp everything that always seemed so far above your reach, losing yourself so easily in a sea of people because they were so big and you were nothing You words are a time capsule that bring me back to a place when when we stared at each other in the mirror and curled our tiny fingers into a fist wanting to smash the glass because we were ugly But my words are a time machine, my gift to you from the future You are small still, but the world is not as big as it used to be and nothing ever comes easy but your dreams are coming true, you did not give up despite believing so often that you would fail and you are making a difference I am afraid because everyone is afraid, but I stand in front of the mirror young and wide-eyed, excited about the possibility of the world and when I look at you now, I know that we are learning to love each other finally.