Flowers in her hairA Poem by WillaDanversI was going to make this poem about me, but I got side tracked. So it's half reality, half fiction. Kind of fitting for this poem.After every storm comes sunshine, That’s what they say, but they’re wrong, After every calm, another storm brews, That’s more accurate, for the life I live,
I tell myself, and the people around me, That I have succeeded again in casting, My demons into that dark deep cave, And they won’t be returning,
But that is just the human naivete speaking, Thinking I will be okay for good, That my smile is here to stay, And my tears and doubts are deleted,
But reality always has to settle in, My demons aren’t capable of leaving, They are welded to my heart, and mind, A part of me that I can never forget,
So while I want and wish so badly, I will never be that carefree girl, Laughing without bounds, And loving without limits,
Doubtful glances over shoulders, Damning thoughts about stupid self, That is my future path, as my past, Is nothing but a tape stuck on repeat,
I want to be the girl with flowers in hair, The girl who has a many stories to share, Bringing smiles to the faces of others, And leaving inspiration and hope in wake,
But that’s too much expectation, For a simple and unimportant life like mine, I am the rain in a thunder storm, Not the warmth in a summery day,
Casting shadows on the lives of others, Bringing dismal and dreary moods constantly, Unable to fight my way around this, So, I share it all with you,
After every calm, another storm brews, After every naïve human wish, Comes the demonic doubt of depression, This is me, the girl with dead flowers in palms.
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StatsAuthorWillaDanversAuckland, New ZealandAboutI am a part time poet, who's words sometimes ring true but otherwise have only gathered information from music, stories or a singular feeling. Anything really. Enjoy the words, and leave a few kin.. more..Writing
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