Worries
Staring back at me is not my reflection,
but a dense compilation of my fears.
My stresses and troubles are under this mask;
this mask of coolness
Wearing this mask is not an easy task.
But it is easier than facing them:
they who are ruthless,
who bring to light my foolishness.
The foolishness of what troubles me,
of what darkens my soul.
They are my fear of the future,
of what my life will be.
I need to get over this fear.
I will.
But in the meantime,
I will avoid mirrors
because they are just bearers
of what I cannot bear to see myself.
So until I succeed in finding some direction,
I suppose I will have to avoid my reflection.
A Summer Haze
the light filters through
the dusty curtains.
it is dusk,
the time of day when the sun
must decide whether or not to stay.
everything is still
but a few singing birds.
their song enchants my soul
and puts my spirit at ease.
the broken rays of sunlight
rest upon my skin.
slow moving petals float
down from the heavens
and my loose hair becomes
sprinkled with wildflowers.
I treasure this moment,
for I know that soon
the sun will depart, Â
and time will no longer stand still
so I cherish the wondrous daze
that is only found in this dream-like summer haze.
Dreams
they tell us who we really are.
who we are at our seams
what we would do in the extremes
who we would be if we lived far
in some place where no one knows who we are
in a tropical destination
living in a state of perpetual elation
where magical creatures roam
and we never have to go home
home to where there is no such thing as magic
where some of life is tragic-
in our dreams we never have to leave this place of wonder
not realizing that when we awaken from our slumber
we will just be looking forward to our next chance
to dream away our current circumstance.
Dawn
I am lying in bed
awoken by the sounds so close to my heart
the birds’ sweet song fills my head
and reminds me of the best part:
when the sun is greeting me
with a sleepy hello only I can see
it is a private exchange
a delicate conversation
each word pre-arranged
to avoid hesitation…
there is no time to waste-
for soon the others will awake-
so each day we must make haste
to seize this moment of ours to take
for the minutes before the morning light
is when my spirit is made all right.
Stewards
tiny bird, so safe in this tangled mess:
tucked away and hidden
in the sweet comfort of your nest.
with this elfin life of yours I am smitten.
great lion, how freely you roam
in a land with laws unwritten
you call these vast fields home
with this powerful life of yours I am smitten.
dainty rabbit, never standing out-
for the threat of others you listen
to stay safe from the trouble about.
with this peaceful life of yours I am smitten.
passionate humans, with the gift of intelligence
still craving to do what you are forbidden
your fervid actions ruled by vengeance
with this paradoxical life of yours I am stricken.
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Cameron Regan is currently a high school student from New York. She enjoys creative writing in her free time and hopes to continue to improve in poetry and short story writing.
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