The Essence Of Who I Am

Category: poetry

  • The Burning

    I had my village burned to the ground I was tied up in the middle Wound up myself Exclaimed it true I’m the witch You got me You got me As as the flames elope me I realize there is no one around me It’s just me It’s just me…

  • Furiously

    I inhale through my nose My hands are cold I type furiously Knowing any moment a childs crying Will stop me MAP

  • DRAIN

    You were a victim in everyone else’s game A puzzle piece without a name A missing button lost in the drain  A perfect girl drowning in the pain  MAP ©️2024

  • Praying For Rain

    I’ve had to live my life for everyone else  Since they acted like the world was made in their name And I was just a piece in their castle  In reality, I was just a little girl in pain  Lost in the woods Praying for some rain  MAP ©️2024

  • Dried Out

    I cry but my tears have dried out  I touch my face and feel blood Is the darkness inside me real  Or am I just misunderstood MAP ©️2024

  • Sun In The Rain

    You were a story in my book That I return to fondly  Remember how simple life was  How your smile could make my day when I was lonely  I was always lonely I needed some sun in the rain  And I honestly hope you’ve forgotten about me I hope that…

  • Where The Magic Happens

    My writing space is simple  Sticky notes everywhere My pink keyboard clacks loudly  My computer has a million tabs open  My husband is playing a game to my left  I have my water and chai tea And my son is asleep in his crib  I write the second he closes…

  • Smoke

    It’s gloomy outside I have to pick up my pen The words slip up from under the closed window  Like smoke and cement Intoxicating  Wanting to fill my lungs  I just write until I can breathe again MAP ©️2024

  • DIRTY

    There is something so serene about the hours of darkness A time for passion time for inspiration  Painting for hours until the sun shuts down your brain  I haven’t picked up a paintbrush in months  I’m afraid to get my hands dirty Do I give up the passion  Do I…

  • Sand

    Motherhood is like an Ocean Throwing you around Sick of the motion Some days you are surfing on the waves Others you are just being torn down Stuck in the haze But one day  You’ll crawl out of the water And sit on the beach Missing the laughter And you’ll…