Magic in Me

 

I am from crying, when no one’s looking...

I am from books, which captivate my mind...

I am from shadows lurking...

I am from dancing, like nobody’s watching...

I am from loss, of the times I’ve given up or fallen...

I am from regret of that I couldn’t be...

I am from nightmares, where my prince turns away in disgust...

I am from laughter that rocks my entire body...

I am from visions that utilize my imagination...

I am from rain, which calms and washes me new...

I am from hiding all I know I should say...

I am from masks that hide memories I am ashamed of...

I am from dreams, of what I wish I could do...

I am from fantasy, that my clock would never turn twelve...

I am from running, never letting you fully see me...

I am from holding back the anger I feel towards the world...

I am from pictures, which I can’t stop staring at...

I am from deep breaths to make it thru...

I am from a home where only perfection was allowed and nothing less was tolerated...

I am from names with meaning, emphasis on the mean...

I am from reaching out, and taking a risk in a friend...

I am from songs that I scream my soul into...

I am from love that I never knew I could feel...

I am from stories that write themselves...

I am from grief, that I can never make them proud...

I am from kindness that returns no mockery, shame or condemnation...

I am from trying to be someone I’m not...

I am from no place for tears...

I am from fear, that Ill loose all I’ve gotten back...

I am from baggy clothes which hide my figure...

I am from a story other than Cinderella's...

My magic is not only in my shoe...

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Charming deconstruction of many lived components of creative imagination.

Not only does such an approach make for engaged reading, it's a good check list of starting points, and a contemplative roll of appreciation.

All your touchstones, at times duelling, make one think of Whitman re contradictions: "I am large, and contain multitudes."

I am from the wilderness of being, infinity in a grain of sand. . .

Good work.

[Robert Francis Callaci]

We are all the sum of our parts- You created a interesting and introspective portrait of someone who is awake... Enjoyed--- good poetry...


my warmest
bob

[Wildecat]

Excellent poem, a wonderful creative effort, well done.