Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Sidewalks of Life


I gaze upon the broken sidewalk,
Scattered with glowing autumn leaves.
My path lies before me,
::::Untitled-2.jpgIt’s my choice whether to move forward.

I wander along the sidewalks of life,
So hesitant on which way to go,
Praying that I won’t fall to my knees,
Hoping I will choose the right way.

The cold breeze swarms around me,
The summer days have ended.
I hope I won’t lose my way
During the darkest hours of winter.

Not stopping to see if it’s the right way,
Just willing to find a smoother path.
This sidewalk is too unpredictable
It tends to lead me astray.

Like drunken men with no direction,
I wander aimlessly to find a new way,
Stumbling at the corners,
Tripping over my own feet,
Blinding rushing through this mess.

Have I made a wrong turn?
Was it fate that lead me here,
Or my own careless thinking?

It’s much more quiet over here,
On the other side of the sidewalk.
Dried leaves fall at my feet,
And the sun is no longer smiling.
I’m not prepared for this,
This wrong turn that I’ve made.

But the truth is,
We’re all puppets of fate.
And on these sidewalks of life,
Sometimes we have no control
Over where we’re going,
Or who we’re going to meet on the way.

One by one,
We will all slip and fall
On these sidewalks of life.
Some may even skin their knees
And bleed.

But it’s our job
To prove fate wrong,
And get up on our feet again,
And just keep walking,
With each step getting closer
To where we’re meant to be.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

A Sign of Life [poem]


Huddled in the corner
Waiting for a sign of life.
It’s very quiet down here
But now I’m starting to wonder
If it was really worth it.
I wish I could be like the stars,
So high in the inky black sky
Defying the laws of gravity.        
But now stars are falling
In these hours of darkness,
Like fading tears of light.
Flashing before my eyes,
Their beauty shining one last time.
Promise me I won’t fade away,
Like the falling stars of night.
Let me believe I’ll never die,
Promise me I’ll shine.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Broken [poem]


She keeps her hand over her heart,
As if trying not to fall apart.
She knows she is broken,
Though no words have been spoken.

Everyone stops and stares,
They can’t help but beware.
She sinks to the ground,
Ignoring the sound.

She keeps her hand over her heart,
As if trying not to fall apart.
Pulling herself together,
As delicate as heather.

The room is hushed,
No longer so rushed.
They want to help her,
But to her it’s just a blur.

She keeps her hand over her heart,
As if trying not to fall apart.
She tries to stay strong,
Even when everything seems so wrong.