Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Imgination Grown Wild

 Open up your eyes.
Greet the coming sunlight.
Wipe the last of sleep.
From your blurry eyes.

Bolt upright.
For this is the day.
As you scramble out of bed.
Rummaging through clothes.

Dress as quickly as possible.
Grabbing some toast.
As you make your way outside.
Door slamming behind.

Running past mailboxes. 
A flash of something seen.
Before you meet your friends.
At the edge of agreed place.

Laughing as you make way.
Towards adventures awaiting.
Mountains to be climbed.
Dragons to be slayed.

Imagination has opened.
A never ending stream.
Quests to be completed.
With your fellow comrades.

What will it be today?
No one has yet chosen.
As hollering and laughter.
Leaks through the trail left behind.

If souls could be seen.
They would be a burst.
Bright light seeking heaven.
As it explodes into the world.

Where shall we go?
There is no telling.
Jumping ship to find.
The next exciting adventure.


Copyright 2020 Lauren Hall ©

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Words Spoken

Words.
They're only words.
Why won't they come out?
Instead, they're stuck inside.

I've chocked back so many.
They won't let me speak.
I can't speak about my emotions.
They're permanently silenced.

I'm suffocating every day.
I can talk about you.
I can talk for you.
Yet I can't speak for myself.

You hear me speak.
Enough to know I'm well.
Well enough to live.
Living isn't just breathing.

Living is communicating.
Why can I not convey this?
Yet you continue to talk.
I continue to listen.

I stifle my pain.
I choke back my turmoil.
Not being heard.
Is slowly killing me inside.

I started this long ago.
Shoving my feelings aside.
Keeping them locked away.
Not letting anyone see me.

Will I continue to be smothered?
I don't know if you hear me.
Can you see I'm in pain?
As I sit hear and listen.


Copyright 2020 Lauren Hall ©