Introverted foodie, feminist, dreamer and earth protector who loves reading & taking naps
I do not know where I am I do not know where I am going I do not know where I came from I do not know what to do
By Smudge5 years ago in Poets
Blue blind on my window, Blue checks on my sheet, Blue stripes on my pyjamas, Blue socks on my feet. Blue soap in the shower,
There are words I like to write, And those I like to say, Words I think of late at night, Falling asleep, drifting away…
I know that it’s up there, Shining and bright, But down here its darkness, In an endless night. Up there birds sing,
You are the reason I got this far, Are the strength that I needed. You are the love that healed my pain, Are the cure that spread once seeded.
I sit here in my mind and soul, Below me a deep and cavernous hole. Above me my life forms a thick cage, Pushing me down, subduing my rage.
Endless blue sky, as blue as cornflowers Soft gentle grass, a velvety blanket Lofty and ancient, trees stronger than iron
Grey sky. Grey gate. Grey stone. Grey slate. Most people think grey is colourless and plain, Reminds them of mornings stuck in the rain.
Some people drive around potholes, Others veer off the road. Some people wait at a junction, And some don’t know which way to go.
I once went on a journey, Along a winding road, With many forks and turnings, On my back, a heavy load. The route wasn’t always clear,
