Elizabeth C
I claim to be a writer but I’m really just a poet with a dream :] Find me on Wattpad @slidemethefanfic
Elizabeth C
I claim to be a writer but I’m really just a poet with a dream :] Find me on Wattpad @slidemethefanfic
I claim to be a writer but I’m really just a poet with a dream :] Find me on Wattpad @slidemethefanfic
I claim to be a writer but I’m really just a poet with a dream :] Find me on Wattpad @slidemethefanfic
Emotions.
They flow like an ocean. They move, like the sea.
Never ending, always changing. Flowing in and fading away, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Crashing, beating, and drowning, they pull you in without escape. As the water fills your ears and you’re pushed down by the waves.
You can’t hear and you can’t see, all you feel is the tide pulling you by the waist. Pulling you deeper, to the darkest, most hidden caves. Showing the memories you just can’t seem to erase.
But then you see a light. The shore.
Lungs burning, you swim to the top. Gasping for air and wiping the salt from your eyes, you notice the waves seem to have stopped.
It’s calm here you discover, trudging through the water and onto the sand. Your visions are clear now, not muddled. It’s different here on land.
Your feet are sturdy here, strong. You gaze upon the water, It’s peaceful now. Like a backyard pond.
The sun shines on the ripples, coming from behind the clouds. The world seems so quiet. Unlike before, so overwhelmingly loud.
The salty breeze blows through your hair, as you give the sea one last, long, stare.
With a breath, you turn away. No longer will you look at this sea. No longer will you drown in this ocean of emotion.
No. This has been enough.
I walk to the shore.
I am free.
Your hand on my waist. My heart pounding like it’s in a race. Impossibilities I know we can face. That’s what I feel.
Dancing in the rain.
We sway, slowly, softly. Gently, you ease your hands off me. The cold of the night envelops me.
Dancing in the rain.
You whisper a quick goodnight. I won’t let you leave without a fight. You assure me I have no reason to fright.
Dancing in the rain.
I watch you quietly walk away. Of course, I knew, you couldn’t stay. But, I guess I could always pray.
Dancing in the rain.
I sit and stare at the sky. Stars hidden behind clouds, way up high. The rain falls and I let out a sigh.
Sitting in the rain.
Contentment I seem to have obtained. With you I truly have no reason to complain. So I guess I’ll just be here,
Sitting in the rain.
I should never have gone down that rabbit hole.
I should never have fallen into this pit of terrifying wonder.
They say that it’s a place you can only find in dreams. That much, they know, true. But they’re only thinking of one kind of dream, and in my book, they’re two.
A nightmare. That’s what this place is. The kind that shakes you awake.
A place full of horrors and tragedy’s, sights I just can’t take.
Like a queen who rules her people out of fear, not love, not like a queen should.
Fear, anxiety, flooding through the walls. Overflowing, filling your brain unlike anyplace would.
I need to go. I have to leave. I can’t stay here, not any longer. Please, rabbit hole, take me back.
I need to go, out of this place full of horrible dreams. Goodness, this place entirely lacks.
Take me rabbit hole. Take me away. I want, no I need, to get home.
Let me go please. You can’t make me stay. This wonder, it chills me to the bone,
Dear Christopher Robin,
It’s been quite some time now, since you’ve visited the hundred-acre-wood. And without you here, things don’t feel as they should.
Kanga’s been worried, so has little roo. Although he’s all grown up now, and I suppose you are too.
And I miss you Christopher Robin, I really, truly, do.
I would trade all the honey in the world to play again with you.
So please, oh please, do come back soon.
Sent with much love,
your friend, Pooh.