I Am-Hour 1
I am a lost poet
Singing poems in darkness
Trepidation coursing through my tired body
Doubt hanging around like my own personal ghost
I am an unsung hero
In my own nightmares
I am the villain in my own life’s play
I am struggling, suffocating, stimulated and swallowed
Imbittered, insane,
I am the song
Crumbled up on a piece of paper
Forgotten in the corner collecting cobwebs
I am a poet
Singing poems in the darkness
Seeking the light
Seeking the truth
Seeking my soul
With words my only weapon
And darkness my only friend
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
I am the girl next door.
You watch me everyday, beautiful to behold.
But you don’t see me.
We chat about hundreds of insubstantial things.
But you don’t hear me.
I am the girl next door.
Because we are neighbors, you assume I’m just like you.
But you don’t know me.
You envy my picture perfect life.
But you don’t really understand.
I am the girl next door.
We’ve shared many an evening’s tea on the front porch.
You have been to every backyard barbeque I’ve held.
I am the girl next door.
We’ve strolled away the springtime in the gardens.
You’ve walked me to the shining aluminum threshold of my front door.
I am the girl next door.
But my home you’ve never entered.
Do you wonder why?
My walls are built solid and strong.
What could be inside?
I am the girl next door.
My windows hidden by steel blinds drawn.
What secrets do they hide?
The doors always locked, all entrances blocked.
Does inside see a slant of light?
I am the girl next door.
And you’ll never know what I’m capable of.