I remember once… ~NaPoWriMo Day 30

I remember once…

when I thought

I knew more

than I know now

I remember once…

when I thought

dreams could come true

and that love was real

I remember once…

when I thought

all of this mattered

much more than it actually does

I remember once…

when I believed

you

~Melanie Thomaon

04/30/2020

 

HIStorian ~NaPoWriMo Day 29

oh, ladies

much do we owe to the noble HIStorians

it is no small task to rewrite what actually happens

into a new flattering HIStory

do not take for granted the effort taken

to paint us as vile oleander succubus

~Melanie Thomason

4/29/2020

 

wither ~NaPoWriMo Day 28

 

My world/words

Wither on the vine

Never to blossom

Never to bear fruit

Without fertile soil and

Ample sunshine

Needed to thrive

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/28/2020

Knock ~NaPoWriMo Day 27

Was that a knock?, or am I hearing things, again?

I swear I might be cracking up

or maybe it is that dastardly bird Poe went on and on about.

Maybe it’s time I make a break for it.

But I know the romance of being on the highway is fiction…

I know things don’t always go smoothly

…at least not for me,

never for me.

I know that there are scary things out there

including the freedom I seek.

“Should I stay or should I go” I once again ask myself

and isn’t that a song?

I know I should go…

but my steel resolve crumples like aluminum foil.

Maybe I am all bluster and bravado after all.

Maybe I can only stomach the outside world in small bites;

a spoonful of indigo sky, a pinch of grass, a sliver of moon.

I shake my head to dispel these thoughts

and soothe myself with a nice hot cup of Earl Grey.

So once again, for today, I am staying

Maybe one day I’ll go

and maybe then I’ll stop hearing this infernal knocking on the door.

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/27/2020

 

FLF

What are we going to do about it? ~NaPoWriMo Day 26

strangled by a smog

of hate,

greed

and inequality

birds of Peace

p

l

u

m

m

e

t

from our toxic sky

as un-ripe fruit

lacking nutrients & sunlight

prematurely fall

from overburdened trees

 

What are we going to do about it?

 

~Melanie Thomason

Time ~NaPoWriMo Day 25

 

Another day blurs into another day

The days of the week meaningless

The calendar on the wall insignificant

The hours pass by without relevance

Clocks with hands that tick off the minutes

and those with digital displays both prove useless

Time is a human construct after all

~Melanie Thomason

4/25/2020

Sorry ~NaPoWriMo Day 24

Image by santosh pardeshi from Pixabay

I cast my mind back

and try to count all the times that I’ve said I’m sorry

It is an impossible task to be sure,

as the number is bordering on infinite

Yes, sometimes the apology is needed, the guilt earned, the blame mine

Yet, how many times have I atoned when I had done nothing at all wrong?

How many times have I repented out of habit ?

How many times have I apologized for being me?

How many times must I ask for forgiveness for simply being alive?

~Melanie Thomason

4/24/20

Don’t let anyone silence your voice ~NaPoWriMo Day 23

from Pixabay

No one can live your life except for you

Don’t let anyone silence your voice

You have the right to express what you’ve been through

No one can live your life except for you

You were helpless and small once, but then you grew

You can speak your truth; it is your choice

No one can live your life except for you

Don’t let anyone silence your voice

~Melanie Thomason

04/23/2020