Cowardice

Careful how you speak to me
Or I might run away again.
Words carry meaning, you see,
And I listen to the music of your soul.
Read me like an open book you may, but
Deep down, I always hide myself.
In the darkness of my night I bathe…
Careful—or you’ll only get to see the side of me
Everyone else but few will always think is the real me.

– Patricia

The Skeleton in My Closet

Don’t look past my thick, dark curtains.
Everything is fine and well.
Promise. You don’t need to worry.
Reassurance. Burden. Well…
Every day’s a roller coaster,
Seemingly endless in highs,
Seemingly endless in lows and
I always end up down here.
Oh, don’t worry, I’m just tired…
Nothing new. Do carry on.

– Patricia

Acrostic

A challenge is born in the quiet night,
Creation belongs to the curious mind.
Rejoicing in limits—for they set him free,
Of another world. The poet thus breathes.
Surreal the peace which governs the world,
The storm that’s inside him to thunders gives birth.
In moulding the tight chains, he knows he is free,
Creating his rhythm towards liberty.

– Patricia

Reflection

Redeem yourself—when all seems to be lost,
Even the shadows left the empty carcass.
Forgot yourself—no future and no past
(You)
Levitate between nightmares and an empty canvas.
Ethereal worlds, your being is amidst
(The)
Crevices of imagination and reality.
Taking the truth of who you are from both those worlds,
Inspired by the mirrors of infinity.
Ongoing trials—you know once again—
Negate your sense of vast confusion. They show you who you are.

– Patricia