Sorin Woe

Something we wish more of

Oh how we long for it

Yet that wish

Shall never come true

We are forced

To live in the reality

That we will

Never have enough time

That you are given

And stop wishing that

The hourglass had more

Sand for you

If life was a book

Mine would have warnings

And no pictures in sight

This book of mine is not

For the weak of heart

Neither is my life

As new chapters approach

Faster than expected

For I am never prepared

To experience these new chapters

Yet all I can hope

Is that one day I’ll be able

To add pictures

For I’ll be prepared

For these new chapters

A day of celebration

A joyous day

Full of laughter

But not today

It starts off small

Yet quickly builds

Instead of laughter

It’s filled with screams

Slamming doors

And vocal threats

Oh what a joyous day

A day of celebration

Ruined so fast

Mirrors are supposed

To reflect what they see

Yet this one before me

Is broken

It doesn’t seem

To reflect the current me

It reflects fragments of

The person I use to be

A mirror is supposed

To reflect what it sees

Yet as I stand before

This mirror I notice

The reflection is all wrong

I assumed

The mirror was broken

So away it must go

Yet one final look

I allow myself

And then I see

This mirror was never broken

For it were my eyes

That were broken

As I couldn’t see

The true me who

Was being reflected

All along

Once a knight

Always a knight

But what is a knight?

Is it a soldier

Who served their kingdom

Or a student

Who rally’s up

A battle cry

As we watch

Our fellow knights

We are both

As we defend

Our castle

Our school

We support each other

Like the loyal knights

We are

So remember this

My fellow knights

Once a knight

Always a knight

My head is a mess

Full of emotions

In which make no sense

I feel them all

Yet I can’t

Express the mess

My brain

Doesn’t make words

Or the sentences

In which I need

Instead I make art

Art full of squiggles

The squiggles represent

The mess

The mess inside my head

Yet I only feel numb

As I can’t handle the rest

The rest of

The emotions

That create my mess

They eat away

At my mind

At my heart

They fill me with dread

If I were to share

These secrets

I feel as if

It will cause more harm

So I shall stay filled

With this dread

And keep this secret

Till the end

I wish to be free

From this golden cage

For I am a bird

One that longs to be free

For I am trapped within

A cage which is

Too small to even

Spread a wing

Yet if I were

Free from this cage

I could go nowhere

For I am a bird

Whose wings are clipped

Who will never be able

To fly free

To be free