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My mind was dwelling again
Fixated on a so called stain
Forgot all about the pain
My mind was playing two topics on loop
And as soon as I chose one,
I knew I would be consumed by the loop
I would be … gone
What do I choose?
To fixate on the beauty of love and miracles?
Things I stand to lose
Or do I dive deeper into the ocean that is my thoughts
Without any protective gear
And do I allow myself to drown?
What if by drowning , I am reborn?
© Samantha Wepener
Perhaps you're not meant to be fixed
Perhaps you're not truly broken
You're not supposed to be all in one piece
Nobody buys a story expecting blank pages
Nobody goes to the art museum to see a blank canvas as the highlight of the evening
You do not come into this world without a mess
So,why do you strive so hard for perfection?
*Why* do you want to be a firework forever sealed in its packaging?
Why are you so afraid to shine?
Some of the most beautiful things in the world,
Need to be broken first
Need to be uncovered
Need to be carefully revealed,layer by layer
"Who could ever love me as broken as I am?",you ask.
Darling that is the way you're meant to loved.
A glow stick can't glow without first being broken
Fireworks can't light up the sky without first being released
A painting can't exist as a blank canvas
And you're truest,most beautiful self can't exist without any trials and broken shards
Show me your messy hair
Show me your paint stained hands
Show me your glow
Show me your callouses
Show me all your colors that make up who you are
Perhaps you think you're broken
But that's the best kind of art
And I was put on this earth to drown myself in art
To fall in love with the barest,most vulnerable of art
You're art
And I am an artist
You make up all the different parts of my scrapbook
Beauty created out of pieces
Perhaps you think you're broken
Pieces scattered so far, never to be the same again
I am not here to fix you
I am here to put those pieces on display and to show you just why you're art.
©M.S.W
They’ve been waiting for a voice
Waiting for a voice to make some noise
Why have I been so hoarse?
Carefully treading a set course
I am prepared for the worst
So why am I feeling so lost?
I think it’s time to speak up
It’s time to gear up
It’s time to speak loud and clear
About everything you hold dear
It’s time for a toast
Where you’re allowed to boast
Say your piece
Bring forth inner peace
Scream if you must
It’s time they earn your trust
Say it louder
Say it prouder
It’s time to speak up
Wake the world up
Take the lead
Let your soul bleed
©M.S.W
I will not apologize for taking up space
When life gently cradles me in its embrace
Softly shows me life is for me to trace
I am not fragile like a flower vase
I am here to stay
Deal with it or get out of my way
Everything will be okay
Life will always pave the way
Gently I am cradled
Comfortably I am embraced
My path is wonderfully paved
Memories are made when life is braved
Softly singing symphonies
And making memories
©M.S.W
Wind whispers,winter blisters
In autumn the air gently kisses my skin
Cradles my chin
Leaves strawberry marks on my cheeks
Gives a type of comfort everyone seeks
The wind plays with my hair
And I am embraced by the air
Change happens slowly
The change is smooth and flowy
The windchimes play an intricate song
Autumn makes one long
It slowly grows colder
But autumn makes one’s soul grow warmer
It’s the gentle supportive touch to the shoulder
The way one feels calmer
But winter hurts
Winter leaves blood stains on cheeks
Leaves cracks in your foundation
A pain nobody seeks
Makes one fear there’s no salvation
Winter tries to steal you away
For safety,in your bed you stay
Winter tries to drown you
Believes you should return to nature too
Autumn comforts
Soft and lovingly wind whispers
Winter blisters
It breaks all your forts
Wind whispers
Winter blisters
©M.S.Wepener
I wasn’t made to be the pantry
Hidden
Stored away
Nobody hangs out in the pantry after all
I am not a consolation party
But it seems I am not the dining room either
Nor the backyard porch
I am forgotten
In the midst of crowds
I am not the life of the party
People don’t want me for hangouts
I am not loud and proud
I am not boisterous laughter
It seems I am the hidden forgotten attic
Nobody holds a party in the attic
Secrets and Mysteries
Hidden
But nobody ever dares enter the attic
There’s a story of the haunted attic
Shared only in whispers
That nobody ever returns
If they enter the attic,they will only earn burns
I am not the life of the party
I am not even the cake at a pity party
Nobody wants me as consolation
I am the ghost
Forgotten in the unwanted attic
Soon they will remove the attic
And I will fade away into the unknown
©M.S.W
I remember the promise you made
How quickly it faded
Sparkling jade
Left me jaded
What’s a promise
To someone with dark eyes
Who can never compromise
With lies that are always flawless?
I should have known
The first time you made me frown
That you would let me drown
You wear the ultimate crown
Your promises
Leave others heartbroken
Will you ever stop with your lies?
My beliefs got stolen
I should have never believed you
I loved you too
Now I am left with broken promises
And colourful lies
What am I meant to do now?
©M.S.W
You used to be my friend
Now, I am afraid we’ve reached the end
It’s for the best
To lay this friendship to rest
But yet…
You haunt me
Every single memory taunts me
I have drowned myself with tears
Yet you still linger like my deepest fears
Why is it so hard to truly let go?
I have stopped looking but now you’re everywhere to find
It’s something that I had to do
Yet I am trapped in a maze designed by my own mind
What will I find?
You’ve gone with the wind
I said goodbye
You said I love you
And now you haunt me
You’re the ghost I can never get rid of
Our friendship can never again be
The lights turned off
Now,I simply stare at the ocean
Forever frozen
The taste of bubblegum bitter
Never love a quitter
The last goodbye
Shouldn’t have made me cry
Yet my tears fell like rain
And sudden like thunder,was my pain
Why did you have to say I love you?
Your last words should have been goodbye too.
Now…
You haunt me…
While I am frozen in time
We weren’t meant to go with life’s flow
©M.S.W
Remember all our smiles.
We've overcome so many miles.
Remember the good times.
When you hear the wind chimes,
Know I am laughing with you.
I am happy too.
When you think of me
Know I'm where I am meant to be.
What's in living?
Living is for loving.
What's in dying?
A life well spent in always trying.
What's in a name?
A story,a person but most importantly: Home.
©M.S.Wepener
August 2021
💖🌻Love,Poem Girl Sam🌻💖
I am staring at castle high walls
Wondering when did they get there and why?
Maybe it all started with a fence that barely was.
A castle and a garden open for all to view
But nobody came.
And if nobody is viewing and tending to the garden except you,why keep it open?
So a low fence was build with a small open gate.
Still nobody came and nobody cared.
As the fence became higher so too did the garden get bigger.
It grew and grew
And now there's a castle
The walls are higher than the castle
And the garden has become a maze
And it's beautiful
And the little gate stays open
But nobody notices the little open gate
And nobody searches for it...
When did those walls get so high?
Why did they become so giant?
Where did they even start from?
What story lies behind those walls?
Is there a way...?
©M.S.Wepener
💖Love,Poem Girl Sam🌻
Poem Girl Sam 