It Starts Slow

It always starts slow,

but I don't know what it is.

I don't know what to do,

and I think I'm falling behind.

Its cold out here,

and I want to go home,

but no one wants me back.

I ran into the street,

I heard the car tires screeching,

and someone yelling at me,

 to get out of the way.

I just stood there with eyes close,

waiting for impact,

but it never came.

Out of no where I felt arms around me,

pulling me out of the street.

 I heard someone crying,

then I realized it was me,

 and I heard the words of comfort floating around my head,

they were being told to to me,

words said as if I matter to someone.

This person told me that he would protect,

he would save me,

and even if I wanted to believe him,

I couldn't there was just to much pain.

It will always start slow,

at the time I didn't even know what love was,

but now I do,

and now I know what to do to stop falling behind,

now I am home.  

 

      

My Place

The sun shine down upon a sliver lake,

where I let my dreams free,

and take the time to remember who I am.

This is the place I created,

to forgive to cry and to forget,

this is the place where I record my memories.

This is the place where I come to hide,

this is my sanctuary,

and while you might know where it is,

you wont know how to get inside.    

For this is a place for me alone,

this place is the only place,

where can truly be myself.

This was one of the first poems I've ever wrote please enjoy.

Darkness

Its cold out here alone in the dark,

where my memories haunt me,

 and my joys have disappeared.

I can hear the other children who are also loss,

there crying here in the darkness,

 loss and trying to find away back home.

But I have given up,

surrendered to the darkness, 

loss and ashamed for giving up so easily.

I cry and scream without saying a thing,

or making a noise,

people can't see,

no one can help me.

Light has left my soul,

darkness has taken its place,

and for all know,

its been that way,

for awhile now.