I dont know what I am

A sky of stars
Shining bright
I dont know what I am

A lot of secrets
Buried inside
I dont know what I am

At times i fill with joy
At times I dont even cry
I dont know what I am

Sometimes I wish I could fly
Far from the worries this life imbibes
Then I stop my thoughts and think
Is this the only option left

Many times I follow my heart
I let life decide a few
I dont know what I am

Am I he mountain standing high
Or the ocean building its tide
I dont know what I am

Maybe the cloud that flew away
Maybe the sun that shines all day
Maybe the sand softly touching the skin
Maybe the air deep within
I dont know what I am

The First Day

I am sweating, clammy, nervous. My heart beats quickly, loudly. I’m sure they can hear it.

“They are just teenagers.”

I am going to throw up. My stomach churns, roils.

“Remain calm.”

I am getting light headed. Breath in, out, in, out. Quick snatches through my nose.

“You are in control.”

I am standing in front of 36 judging eyes, assessing my trustworthiness.

Show no fear.”

I am smiling. Teeth bared, lips spread, eyes sparkling, smiling.

I laugh.

They smile back.

“I am ok.”

 

 

Entry 1 Half-Marathon 15.00 EU time — Five Tanka

in the distance

clusters of grey clouds

a line of laundry

waiting for the shrapnel

of piercing rain

 

what makes me think

a cup of chamomile tea

will set things right

the saucers are chipped

with arguments

 

I’d like a bee

to fly the gauntlet

of my garden chimes

the sound coated

with lavender

 

some news today

about the wars in the world

while we tend

our garden of strawberries,

peaches, and lime

 

summer solstice …

I paid all our debts

last week

that nothing should disturb

this long afternoon

I am

I am

Such a strange phrase—
two words, three letters

They do not look like much
but have much to say

I am

A declaration of existence
often modified to suit

I am

An affirmative reply
to questions of behaviour

I am

An admission of responsibility

I am

Defiance in the name of what is right

I am

A personal manifesto
no elaboration required

I am

 


(22 June 2019, Hour 1)

Prompt one hour one

i am girl turned woman

i am truth yet stolen

i am the backwards glance and the last dance

for all that i am

and all that you see

I am forever learning

that I am unapologetically

me.

 

C. Churchill

Silently Sad

Poem 1

Silently Sad

By: Ashley L Powers

I sit here with frustrated thoughts

My inner fists beating against these walls I’ve built

This is what it must feel like to be in prison

Trapped within the bars of my mind’s cell

I feel like I’m choking, it’s really getting hard to breathe

I truly feel suffocated by the pain

The thoughts, the hurt, flows through me like a ocean

But I can’t swim so I’m drowning

My insides are crumbling

Yet my outside shows no sign of trauma

I let the smile on my face fool everyone

People ask me if I’m okay…

And YES flows from my mouth with ease

But it’s truly taking everything in me not to break down and scream

I want to yell at the top of my lungs…

…HELL NO I’M NOT FINE, HELP ME PLEASE

Why can’t you see that I’m hurting?

I tell myself that no one cares

So I keep everything bottled up

But inside I’m slowly dying

Behind closed doors I’m crying

Waves of emotions that keep pulling me under

Every night that I rest my head

I lay in my own tear filled puddle

But I’m a Pisces so I should be used to it

I just want to be rescued

But there’s no one to save me

I’m fighting myself, trying to stop the tears from falling

My internal dam can’t take all the weight

So it folds under pressure

The cracks I tried to seal are beginning to break

Tears so heavy I can’t focus

But I make sure to wipe them away before you notice

I have to pretend to be perfect

Y’all look at me and see Ashley

I look at me and see half broken…

…heartbroken

I see a woman who’s torn apart from her own confusion

How do I tell the world I’m shattered?

How do I tell the world I feel like I’ve lost everything that mattered?

Until I figure it out

I’ll just keep it to myself

I’ll just keep sitting here staring at these four walls

Suffering….

….dying

Slowing going mad….

….silently sad

Hour One: I am.

The one who tries to be perfect…

I am.

 

The one who sings off key…

I am.

 

The one who laughs too loud…

I am.

 

The one who feels too much…

I am.

 

The one who loves too hard…

I am.

 

The one who is never seen…

I am.

 

gj

Prompt 1-I am

9 pm, darkness encroaches.

Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming…

I am ready. Just one more thing…

 

12 am, evening beckons.

It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present.

I am tired. Just need to finish up…

 

3 am, twilight shrouds

There is time still, give in to sleep.

I am awake. Just need to calm down…

 

6 am, dawn approaches.

Forget sleep, that tasteless mistress.

I am ready. Just need to write…

 

9 am, morning enters.

Sleep is a memory, far from reach.

I am caffiene. Just need some more…

 

12 pm, noon encroaches.

Shadows twitch and whirl excited.

I am god. Just need to push on…

All the Stars

How do you grieve
when you’re ripped at that seams?
Like there’s never enough
time to pause, even breathe

Not ready to go
Not ready to cease
Don’t wanna believe
No sand left here to see

Never taught to release
Never taught not to beat
Never taught to give up
Never taught to make peace

Won’t accept all the signs
Won’t embrace the decline
Won’t accept all that is
Rather fight for this life

When will suffering stop?
When will struggle stand still?
Must be solace and fear
Determination and will

Blue jays flying above
Wind beneath wings in flight
No more days in the sun
Only star-studded nights