If I Were to Just

My Poem!!

A little different for the post this week! I thought I’d share a poem I wrote. This poem is a diptych poem, consisting of two contrasting parts. I believe that this poem reflects the evolution of my writing, while also showcasing the continuity of my creativity and interests.

I.

In the sea of candles I dangle 

Delicate.

Fragile.

Trapped.

By the little stem sprouting from my lush exterior.

Trapped. 

Like a fish in a pond 

Cutting through the sheet

Slashing through the jail 

That is crucial to my life 

I know, 

I know that if I were to fall 

I would be lifeless.

Dead. 

Free.

Like the tree trapped by its roots 

Bound to the ground 

by the thing I need to even be 

But is it enough to be? 

Are we all happy with just being? 

We have been endowed with certain unalienable rights 

So why not use them? 

And if I were free 

and able to be 

Would that be enough? 

And I know,

I know that if I were to fall 

I would be alone 

Away from the praying eyes 

Engraved into the world around me 

Away from the vast blue sheet above 

That seems to peer down at me 

Would it be enough if I were to just 

II. 

Fall 

Drifting through the air 

I sway

And what was once my roots 

What was once my pond 

Guides me through the wind 

And I feel 

Free 

No longer tied down to my roots 

No longer trapped in my pond 

No longer held to what others say my fate is 

But unlike when I dangled 

My fiery color 

My bold skin 

Is not forever 

And though my beauty is carried through the air 

It is fleeting 

For a moment 

My color is blotched in the air 

For a moment 

My skin is seen 

And then I’ve 

Fallen

On the ground 

Lifeless. 

Dead. 

Alone.

My color is less fiery

My skin less bold 

Fragile. 

Delicate. 

Trapped. 

With no wind to sway me 

Just me. 

Staring up at the sky

At where I was before. 

And I’m 

Alone. 

Not seen. 

Not heard. 

Just the walkway 

Guiding people through the woods 

With the occasional crunch 

Hoping people will look 

And notice 

And see 

And hear 

And just me hoping.

Wishing. 

And if I were to just 

Dangle