Strong

I thought I knew who I was

It seemed I was very wrong

Mostly thought of as being flakey

I hoped people would see me as strong

But then one day when they did

I got scared as I don’t want to be

Someone other than whom I’m familiar

So I’ll go back to flakey old me

And maybe I am strong some days

But I’ll be that behind closed doors

Like a flower that blooms behind roses

There’s no ‘ultimate being’ laws

So for now I’ll just be who I am

To not worry how others perceive

As they’ll see what they see, as they see it

And their view is the one they’ll believe

So yes, I’m as flakey as hell

Changing mind at the drop of a hat

Once I’m strong to be strong than I’ll be

And I can’t do better than that.

That Vase

There’s a voice I heard once

When I put my ear to that vase

A scream I thought at first

Then a whimper

A song that trailed into a prayer

Or the other way around

A voice I’d not heard before

Until now, remembering that vase

I hear the tides

The mermaids

The witches finger that tickled my earlobe

As they did that day

And I’m not sure if life was ever the same after that

Or if life stayed the same but my eyes viewed differently

Or maybe I just listened more

Because the more I listen

The deeper I see

And in those depths

The volume of silence gets really deafening

And as I loosen my grip on noise

The unknown unravels

And maybe that vase

Was the beginning of my unravelling

Or maybe

I just heard myself more vividly within starry stained glass walls

It’s all a little strange, isn’t it

No matter what I write

Is nonsensical to someone

So the upside down

Of the mermaids tail

And the witches breath

And the starry glass

Are all mine

Until I listen to a bigger vase.