Mended Treasured Frame.

In a room so bare, I fix my gaze, A wall awaiting a frame’s embrace, Yet I remain seated, lost in thought, Contemplating where this art be brought.

Above my bed or by my chair, To showcase its beauty with tender care, I yearn to find the perfect spot, Where its radiance won’t be forgotten.

Upon floating clouds, my vision aligns, Imagining the frame where it truly shines, But as morning graces the world anew, The frame still lies, unnoticed and askew.

Today, oh today, night’s curtain descends, I stumble upon a sight that rends, My precious frame, shattered and torn, In fragments scattered, dreams forlorn.

Now I must find the time to mend, The splinters scattered, chaos to tend, For on my floor they lay, a scattered array, Awaiting my touch to bring order and sway.

With gentle hands and patient care, I gather the shards, aware of repair, For this frame that holds my treasured art, Shall rise again, healed from its part.

And when it finds its place anew, I’ll gaze upon it, as dreams come true, In every crack, a story reborn, A testament to resilience, worn and torn.

So let the night yield to morning’s light, As I mend the fragments, piece by piece, slight, For my frame shall rise, stronger than before, A testament of strength, forevermore.

On the Stage

In the depths of her heart, fear resides,

The darkness engulfs, where shadows collide.

Afraid of the unknown, she trembles inside,

As the dimmest of lights, still cause her to hide.

The brightness that blinds, one shade too bright,

It pierces her soul, fills her with fright.

She shies away from the crowd’s loud cheer,

On the grand stage of pride, she drowns in fear.

A thousand eyes upon her, but her voice is lost,

Silenced by anxiety, a heavy cost.

Yet, she portrays strength, appears so strong,

But deep down, she, too, finds words all gone.

And as you sought to understand her strife,

You discovered your own loss in this life.

Both wandering souls, struggling to be heard, In a world where silence can speak louder than words.

 

 

Tears you are like raindrops

Tears you are like raindrops

You’re like raindrops

You form dark clouds around my heart

A strike of lightning straight to my heart

Leaving only dust to blow away in the wind

I can feel only empty space within

Tears you are like raindrops

Flooding this world with tense emotions

You can only wish for these days to past

To bring sunshine back to your heart

So brave you stood there trying to hold it in

But memories comes flashing in

The ones that use to make you laugh

The ones that tear your whole world apart

Fighting desperately to pull yourself together

But how can you in this horrible weather.

Break of dawn where you are now

To start the day anew

So that your sunshine

Can dry these tears away.

K.Jones