Special – Poem

Be special, in your

own little ways and

by nobody’s rules but

your own.

Because to be special

is something that

doesn’t need to be

said, but can only

be shown.

Ask For Help

Hill
The
Climb
To

Is only good

If you try to step

Where others stood

Abandoned

Young soul – abandoned

Childhood, never pardoned 

Like a forgotten suitcase, left

Of parental love, bereft

Personally packed, carefully held

Thrown – onto the baggage belt

Traveled tens of thousands…

Tired

Time left to claim

Expired

The others – beautiful and cared for
Love-packed to their core

But the unopened lock – a token

Of unrequited love, truly

Heartbroken

Clothes never to be worn

For this suitcase, no one to mourn

Filled, like an overflowing bucket

Emptied, by those who struck it

Destined for the belt – a painful frown

The zipper breaks, condensation pours down

An unremorseful stop, no more spinning around

The sinkhole appears – no more ground

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Freedom

I’m trapped

My feet are stuck 

They need to be freed

I am lazy

To use my hands?

No need

I’m practical

Shoes are taken off

With my feet