“You need special shoes for hiking – and a bit of a special soul”
Like a Mountain
You always stood tall,
I looked up to you,
I was scared of you.
Closed off and impenetrable,
But you were loving and kind
and welcomed me into your heart.
As I explored, I could see the cracks,
Broken parts that remained that unfixed
You remained broken.
It seemed like I was the only one
who could really see you.
Cold and impenetrable,
That’s how you like to be seen.
But if you try
You’ll realise that those jagged wounds
Is what makes you beautiful.
Take that step,
conquer your mountain
and show them
I'm here, standing before a thousand people,
They look away,
My pain makes them uncomfortable,
They see me,
They look right through me.
I turn to the hills and stand amongst the mountains,
They look at me,
My pain makes them sad.
They see me,
I look back and take solace,
They are strong.
They remind me I am too.
The mountains will never ignore me
Only you do.
-A Poem by Amy W
Try to do good but you’re still invisible,
The impact of your existence, minimal
It is because I’m not pretty enough?
Is it because I don’t try hard enough?
When did the world stop being true to itself?
It seems that fake is the new way to be yourself.
Let’s all create a persona and make it real,
You can lie to yourself all you want, but you know how you feel.
No place for authenticity,
When the world is full of toxicity.
No place to speak your mind,
Nowhere left to unwind.
No place for authenticity,
When the world is hell bent on complicity.
- A poem by Amy W
Madness The mirror reflects my shame My guilty eyes reflecting the blame My words tearing me apart My brain turning it into art The mirror illuminates my hate My eyes ridicule my weight My hands roam over my guilt The lost confidence I built My thoughts overwhelm me My spirit yearning to be free The mirror reflects my sadness As my mind tumbles into Madness - A poem by Amy W
-19 Stuck in the same monotonous routine Staying home, staying local, so we can keep our conscious clean When did Groundhog Day become more than just a movie? Surrounded by fears of hopelessness, are we all going loony? Yes, nothing is going anywhere, and neither are we Our primal nature dominating our right to be free Exercising our virtues of painstaking patience All the while proving that all we only know is impatience While we try and find beauty in what’s around us And trying to find topics other than ‘that’ to discuss Sacrificing our minds for the sake of the greater good Feeling you can’t complain in fears of your worries being misunderstood Not knowing which ‘ill’ will consume you first, Either way you’re cursed I’m looking for a light, A way out of this blight A way of winning this fight I’m tired of the moonlight I’m looking for the daylight But for now, I accept that nothing is quite right - A poem by Amy W
The Earth Breathed With Me I saw a beautiful tree in the distance, It was tall and strong. Graceful. It stood alone in the desolate fields, It was spring, and the earth was waking. I took a deep breath, And the earth breathed with me.
I felt the happiness that had lived here, From those seeking shelter, Comfort. The memories seeped out from the earth, From the couple kissing, To the children playing. I breathed a sigh of relief And the earth breathed with me.
I tried to get closer, for shelter and peace, But it was old and weary. Hollow. I sat beneath, and the leaves were falling, I placed my hands on the broken earth So desolate, so forgotten So desperate for life. I let out a cry of sorrow And the earth cried with me.
I felt the sorrow that consumed it, Once tall and proud. Neglected. The rain was here, falling gracefully through the leaves, The droplets like beautiful crystals, Teardrops of memories and innocence, Like tears from a lost child, yearning for love. I take shelter And watch as the tears replenish the earth. I took a deep breath And the earth breathed with me. - A poem by Amy W
Mirror I see you lying there with your perfect skin, perfect body, I look at myself naked in the mirror, I gently brush over my thighs, I clench, Fear and anger consume me, the raised flesh that litters my body, I scream, but silently, I want to be perfect, but I'm not. If only you saw the hatred that consumed me, I want to be the one to lie there, perfectly. But I can't. Can't change what God gave me. I stand there imperfectly, with an imperfect body Naked. Alone. Ugly. Afraid. - A poem by Amy W
Perfectly Imperfect I never understood what it was to be beautiful. I'd stare at myself in the mirror for hours trying to understand. God made you in his image. Perfectly Imperfect. Emphasis on that last part.
I never understood how anyone could love me. I'd stare into my soul, lies and deceit followed me. Judas was my name. Mistake after Mistake. Pathetic worthless piece of crap!
I never understood why you wasted your time. I'd stare into your eyes and prayed for your innocence. Lucifer ripped mine apart. Now he revels in my self pity. Everything I did was wrong.
I never understood why I told myself all these things. I'd stare at myself and shout at the person looking back. I hate you. Angels wont save you. Who the hell are you? Lost and confused.
I will never understand what it is to be loved. I'd stare to heaven above and pray for my vengeance. I am a sinner, condemn me, strike me. Its no less than I deserve.
God made you in his image. Perfectly Imperfect - A poem by Amy W