Month: March 2018

Everyone expects to see the smile, to hear the laughter from within,
You lend a hand, lend an ear
Time and time again.
You find the missing pieces
Put them back in place
Clean up all the messes
Never leave a trace.
You’re the 3 a.m phone call
Voice on the other end
Calming words of wisdom
To a stranger or a friend.
You pick up the slack
Others leave undone
The go to person
You’re always the one.
You keep it all together
They say you’re the glue
To fix what they’ve broken
Their shattered lives into.
Your energies spent
Going beyond and above
Healing what’s wounded
In all that you love.

Then in the down time
When it’s only you
You fall apart in silence
From the damage they do.
Your blood runs red
As tears fall down
The emotions scream
Though there is no sound.
You hold it in
While letting it out
Putting it on paper
What it’s all about.
You fix yourself
That’s what you do
You save the world
But nobody saves you.

They stopped making paper roses
When it became clear
That the lady on the corner
No longer stands there.
Nobody was aware
Or seemed to mind
She was always “just there”
Each and every time
They happened to pass
Or cast a glance
Always assuming
They’d have a chance
To pick one from
The bouquet she carried
Or the wagon she pulled
There was no need to hurry.
Until the day
They needed one
But when they arrived
The lady was gone
Only a posting
Was left behind
To her own garden she went
For real flowers this time
She traded cold concrete
And disposable love
Those Roses made of paper
Were just a representation of
What could only be found
In gardens well tended
Though nobody noticed
Until her corner days ended.
RaenellDawn 

I should come with a warning
So your not blindsided by
My multitude of layers
and my many different sides.
A label that explains
When you first meet me
That at that precise moment
I’m who you need me to be.
One that lays out
That you won’t always get
The layer I was
When we first met.
Different people
Require different layers of me
So I’m constantly changing
For who they need me to be.
A label with clear direction
On what I need from you
Because my mouth will not request it
At times I become mute.
A “how to” tag
For my proper care
Handle me gently
Or I won’t be there.
A manual of explanations
That I sometimes can’t give
To help you understand
This life that I live.
A booklet full
Pages of instruction
For getting to know me
So you can follow direction.
A label that clarifies
Boundaries set in stone
Pay heed to those lines you cross
Or simply, leave me alone.
A receipt that shows
Line by line, how I’m made
Then circled at the bottom
The high price I’ve paid.
A manufacturers warranty
So you could trade me in
When it becomes obvious I don’t fit
In the box I came in.
May a refund be granted
To both you and I
When “no longer available “
Is the makers only reply.

RaenellDawn

If it wasn’t for writing
They’d think me insane
I speak all their truths
Without mentioning names
My pen is my dagger
The paper a tomb
My mind is a multitude
Of dark cavernous rooms.
Nobody travels
Or explores through the halls
Terrified of the images
cast on its walls.
Like mirrors they shine
And reflect back to
My brutal honesty
And truths of who
Ever left ghosts
Behind when they parted
I can pinpoint the moment
The madness all started.
That very second
That I recognized
Everyone wears
Some sort of disguise.
So I’ve adapted
And wear one too
Now the only difference is
I can still see you.
I’ve learned to shield
Myself from the whole
And I’ll always be someone
That nobody knows.
RaenellDawn