They call me Alaurilee
- Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup
- I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~
Monday, February 22, 2010
I felt it slowly consume me,
eating little pieces of my soul.
Why i ever let it,
I'll never really know.
It started out with just a grudge,
then more grudges grew.
Soon they overwhelmed me;
I didn't know what to do.
Over time the pain of life
left me feeling crushed.
The pressure of trying to deal,
sometimes feeling rushed.
My little soldiers of anger
marched along with me each day.
I tried to hide them deep inside
but they continued marching anyway.
All around me storm clouds
of emotion blew and blew.
I tried to keep my head on straight
while my anger continued to stew.
I tried to deal, one by one;
putting each grudge in its place.
Trying so hard to keep them caged
before they blew off my face.
Blown away by feeling the weight
of gravity shoving me into myself;
watching me suffocate, then implode,
with leftover pieces for that box on a shelf.
I couldn't take it anymore;
I had to set it free . . .
before this unrequited rage
totally destroyed all of me.
I tucked each grudge up carefully
inside helium balloons so bright.
Released them up into the sky
on a bright moon lit night.
I watched them slowly float away
with each grudge tucked inside.
Making my peace with them all
as they took their final ride.
Letting go of them for me,
taking a breath of brand new air;
starting this thing all over again,
allowing myself the freedom to care.
Inspired by a twitter prompt: