Updated: Mar 22
ABSTRACTION AND IMAGE
Rectangular in shape.
With a small bind.
Thick, heavy and strong .
Bent , creased and ripped.
Inside there are no pictures just words,
page after page after page after page.
Splashes of blue, green, black, and white.
Something hides in the distance
Faces are shown with fear and shock.
An adventure awaits.
Waves move against each other.
The tide heading down a path of neglect.
Salt holding secrets and regret.
The ocean, a pool of chaos.
A CONCEIT A tree is like a civilization.
Solid and steady, only shaken slightly by the wind.
Growing taller and taller with each new idea and discovery.
Climbing high to reach the sky
Branches of cultures
Leaves of minorities
The soil, a ground on which to stand steadily.
The roots connecting history,
The trunk, a base.
The bark, a leader.
Yet slowly leaning with age.
Changing from light to dark,
And then again from dark to light
Seeds a newfound hope.
Protecting you from the fall of rain
Sacrificing itself by
Being drenched so that
you may be dry
Held firm above your head to protect you
From the droplets of water
Each rib holding it together for
Covered in patterns of flowers
And unicorns with sparkly horns
So that you may use it with a smile
Even in the darkness
Of a storm
Only wanted on the occasion of rain
Only appreciated when needed outside
in your storage closet
Shaken dry from the water
In an aggressive tone
When you finally arrive back home
Your shirt got wet?
And it is blamed
Threatened to be replaced by another
one you call “Better”
When the light is shown,
Used not for its purpose
So you can play lightsabers
And call it something worthless
Left alone thinking
Trying to say
Before you shut the door,
“Hey wait! I can do more.”
Simple things bring simple emotion
Lingering inside action
A singular daunting mission, accompanied alongside ambition
Fighting with passion
Serving with dedication
Happiness, Sadness, Anger, Fear, And Shame
Cannot be tamed. Your heart's desire Is not
Disdained. You may be In pain. You may feel
Insane. But you are still the same. Although
It is not how it was supposed to be
You still have me. You don’t have to be scared
For you can’t be compared to a dying
flower, that did not live happily. You
Can be strong. You can march and sing along,
Even if you are offbeat. For the key
To the biggest feat that one might say you
will never beat, is to block out the noise
Of the naysayers, the downers, and the ones
Who do not believe, For they will soon see
All the amazing things that you can be.