By Chelsea AdamsCheck out Chelsea's profile here! ![]() “Meh, it’s ok” Was my thought On a Mid-March day Left to occupy my last resort; By collaging a girl That looked slightly like me With a bird flying off Into the distance you see. Meh, its ok I have my own wonderland, Alice left it behind For me to command. All the animals and buildings Nature and change, Send good vibes out So I can imagine again. It is ever changing This strange place That I visit When the world feels out of place. Meh, its ok
Yes, I sit so still; On a rug With the yellow brick road Underneath still. I’m too focused on blowing bubbles And chewing my gum To follow it and hum. Meh, its ok Dot, Dot, Dot, My mind wanders To fields of flowers and butterflies That lie yonder. Among a created world Just for myself, Where cacti and foxgloves Grow on a shelf; And spill out into a field of Gemstones and such As they glisten They twinkle Making music… Listen. Meh, its ok Do you hear that pulse? That familiar beat For in this world There’s a disco ball treat. It hangs from the ceiling Spinning and ricocheting rainbows Earth, Wind and Fire baby, Let’s turn some tables! I dance and sing Till my lungs give out Till it’s time To return To wake up again. I hate the monotony Yet again, October already So much time passed All these trivial notions. Such transient emotions Only controlled, By sitting and monitoring My breath in And out I shall no longer hold. I go back around And around again Trialling new avenues To make amends. If at first You do not succeed Congratulations! Welcome to life You need patience. The rooms I make In my mind Are all different and unique I travel them so When creativity strikes I can shake them free Or simply say: “Meh, it’s ok” And let it be.
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