Carefully I creep,
And I don’t make a peep.
Ready to bolt when the chance is here,
Needing to escape this place I fear.
I don’t know what to do,
Very certain I am through.
Already this place feels like a prison,
Locked in the fun house really isn’t.

Every day she used to look,
Getting to know the outer cover of her book.
And wishing she felt as good within.
Many times she tried to look past,
In her mind though she could not pass.
Rejecting the beauty others saw within.
Only now does she finally see,
Reality as it is truly meant to be.
Ready to admit what to others was always clear.
Inside beauty is how she now defines,
Made to see the day she was struck blind.
And never more slave to the mirror.

I sit in silence,
Staring out into space.
I glance at the time,
To the exit I want to race.
Only I can’t leave yet,
Very soon but not quite time.
Every second seems like forever,
Really this is far from sublime.
Yes I want to leave,
Ending this viewing of the courts,
Truly, I really really dislike watching sports.

(This poem was written in th epoint of view of someone who picks the beans to make the chocolate.)

Sun beating down,
Not another break for a while.
And I’m not sure I can make it til then,
Even though giving up is not my style.
But I work too hard to get paid what I pick.

Don’t know what’s going on,
Reality seems skewed.
Every thing’s not quite right,
And no one else seems clued.
My mind keeps slipping past,
So many things that might help me see.
Cluing me into the fact I’m in,
An altered reality.
Perhaps I’m just paranoid,
Every time I wake up that reality becomes void.

The clock moves slowly forward,
While I wait for your response.
One, two, three seconds seem like years,
So hard to act with nonchalance.
The waiting is killing me,
Every second an eon.
Perspective has a way of changing,
So soon after telling her she’s the one.
But in reality it’s only a moment,
And is over in a snap.
Course I took one step forward,
Kicking myself as I take one step back.

The blood boils within me,
Eyes yearning to glare.
My tongue wants to say something,
Perhaps I should dare?
Every time I think that though,
Reality sets in.
The downsides flow through my mind,
And I know it wouldn’t solve a thing.
Nor would it help later on,
The repercussions could be the pits.
Really not good at all,
Under the circumstances..
My best bet is to reign it in.

I wonder how it would be,
Solitude all around me.
Letting the trials of life slip away,
And just relaxing from day to day.
No worries, no cares, no stress at all,
Doing naught, except maybe the swimmers crawl.
Oh how grand it seems,
For shame it’s only in my dreams.
My mind can be so cruel at times,
Yet further in it I explore and climb.
Daring to go off on tangents,
Rarely hindered by the suspense.
Every turn is someplace new,
And though I know I must soon say adieu.
My day will be just a little better,
Soon as I share the dream in this letter.

Darting back and forth,
Running for all I’m worth.
Every where I turn,
Another reality discerned.
My mind is so confused,
Somehow I’m not amused.
Course when all is said and done,
And the story has been spun.
Perhaps it’s not some scheme,
Ending up instead to be a dream.

So confused,
The days seem to be getting harder.
Running to and fro,
Every turn I make seems to be wrong.
No matter what happens tho,
Go on I must.
Til I reach the end of the journey.
Home with you.

Wave goodbye to what you know,
Off to the grind is where you go.
Running the race with no end in sight,
Kan’t think straight from the plight.

Unbelievable!
My day could not get any worse.
But yet somehow it has,
Rain has started coming down in bursts.
Even my socks are soaked,
Looking for a dry place to dock.
Lucky me, there’s a shop,
Ah drat, it’s locked!

Floating down the river,
Lounging on a tube.
Over the rapids I float,
As calm and cool as an ice cube.
The people wave as I pass by,
In that friendly country way.
No cares do I have,
Going to float down the river all day.

Noises softly heard,
Oh so quietly.
Can you hear them?
The crickets chirping and the owls in the tree.
Under foot things scurry,
Running this way and that.
Natures graveyard shift,
Always something happening, don’t get hit by that bat.
Let the darkness surround you,
As you journey farther in.
Don’t let the dark scare you,
Very true it may seem grim.
Even though you may not see,
Nothing will do you harm.
The denizens of this not quite quiet place,
Unto you share their special charm.
Really it is truly safe for you,
Especially with me beside you.

Keeping to myself,
Not joining the rest.
Only I know why,
Truly it’s for the best.
Someday, maybe, my stomach won’t be in knots.

Wondering how come,
How could this happen to me?
Yet still I don’t know.

Pouring out my thoughts,
Emotions being set free,
Now on the paper.

Over the edge I stare,
Not quite ready to go,
Even though I know I must.
So far down through the air,
To the depths below,
Eyes on the prize is what I need to do to be nonplussed.
Perhaps if I wait long enough it will go away,
But I know it is not so,
Even though I wish it were that easy.
Yet I know it will take a leap of faith today,
Onto the path I must go,
Needing to keep on before I get queasy,
Down the mountain path I go.

So many offers,
Perhaps this one is good.
As I consider the options,
My brain wonders if I should.
Silently I ponder,
Can it be legit?
And as I think about it,
My trash folder is where I send it.

My escape is blocked,
Oh how I want to get out,
Patiently waiting.