Finding A Moment

If I could just find a moment

To get away from life

To sit still under a tree

To sit by a quiet lake

And dip my toes in water 

To lock myself away

To be alone

To breath,

I think I could finally just cry. 

Being Ignored

being ignored

feels like fire burning intensely hot

in your chest

pain shooting to the ends of your fingertips and down your thighs

heat in your face

and hair that aches to be pulled out

thoughts that rage so fast you want to bang your head to keep them still

Goals

At last you reached your aim.

You hoped long ago that you would.

You argued to be incapable of change,

and yet interestingly you found, you could.