Poems

Inside me there’s hidden a precious box
One that’s wrapped in chains and locks
What’s hidden inside is very special to me
And only for the few to see

It hides my hopes, dreams, and fears
It’s where I lock up all my tears
It keeps me sane when I am lost
But in the end pays the cost

For when it hurts no one can tell
As if locked inside its very own hell
Letting all the pain leak
Feels like showing the world it’s weak

Putting on this strong act
Doesn’t hide the genuine fact
That from years of pain and sadness
Chains were added to the box like madness

To the point the contents were untouchable
And forever seem unreachable
The greatest challenge: breaking free of chains and locks
As if digging out from under billions of rocks

No matter what, don’t give up on me
I’m trying and trying to break free
But the keys to these locks are hidden away
Hopefully I’ll be able to find them someday

I’ve found keys hidden in simple things
Like some of the small joys your life brings
But some of the keys are strategically placed
As if away in special jars, boxed and cased

I search for the keys to loosen this tension
That often I choose to never mention
At times the search can be so hard
But I never think of turning in my card

All I want to do is open up this box
And throw away all these locks
I want to show the world the real me
Just let loose and be free

But the chains have added over the years
From all the countless spilled tears
Yet as I grow older I see so much more
I can only imagine what my life has in store

And the more jars I open of the right kind
The more keys I begin to find
Till one day all these chains are gone
And my life is ready to move on

As I find more keys from faith, love and trust
The more continuing this search becomes a must
The chains, over time, fall away
And I can but only pray for the day

When, at last my box is finally free
And everyone can see the heart of me…

What you think of me...I don't care
But why do you keep looking, why do you stare?
I am who I am, loud and proud, and that's just me
So accept it now, because you get what you see
No one will change me, this is who I am
You judge me or prod me expect a slam
I won't take your sh*t, I shouldn't have to
Respect me please and I will respect you
I want to live this way
I want to have fun, I want to play
I hope you see what I feel
And maybe now you'll know the feelings are real
Some people are poor, while others have fame
But no matter what everyone should be treated the same.

I've been there, I've seen it. The sadness, the horror. Kids without moms. Children without dads. Notes to loved ones mark the wall, hoping somehow the message will be passed on. It's been over a year but thousands still mourn. The loss of theirs loves, the loss of their friends. It's all too much for many to handle. How can people be so cruel? So hurtful? So evil? If only they saw the looks on the faces of the ones who lost someone dear, the pain so many had to suffer, the endless tears that could fill any river. How could someone ever bring so much hurt to so many?! There are many who still don't understand, they don't comprehend the trauma. Take my word, looking at that wall of memorabilia left for those so dear that were lost will impact you for the rest of your life. September 11, 2001 was a day when our country was hit, hit hard. A day when thousands of children were made fatherless or motherless, when parents were forced to bury their children, and when people lost their dear, close friends that they had shared all their memories with. No one should ever go through so much pain, yet in one day in one year in one century a many thousand people were forced to feel the same horrifying, gut wrenching feeling of knowing someone you cared about is gone forever and they will never see them breathing again. How would that make you feel?

On the dark side of the moon, where death comes sooner than expected everyone lives life by the moment, by the urges, by the reality. No one lives upon tomorrows dream, has five year plans, or says, "It can wait till tomorrow." Because the reality is there may never be a tomorrow. You could say these people are ignorant, you could say they are nieve. Or you could look at their aspects on life and realize that there are things they understand that you do not. That they notice the precious moments of now and that they cherish every breathe that they take. Maybe some things they do we don't agree with, but there are many we should take into consideration. Live your life with no regrets. Do things when you have the chance because there is a harsh reality in the fact that there may not be a tomorrow. So, from these moon people who live where life and death are unexpected, learn a precious lesson and carry it with you for all of your years here on this Earth.

Maybe if I stand on my tiptoes I can get a little closer to touching the stars. Maybe if I sleep longer I can have more dreams. Maybe if I listen more I will understand. Maybe if I give more hugs I will be happier. Maybe if I take the time to soak everything in I will see more. Maybe if I let people see me for me they will love me. Maybe if I do the simple things life will become simpler. Maybe if I speak my true feelings people will realize who I am. Maybe if I take a chance I will recieve a reward. Maybe if I stopped just saying maybe and started actually doing things life would be better.