Writing Me

a poet unrefined yet amicable
thought frivolous by the masses
a student once
confined by society’s classes
and still none of the above
a woman a mother
friend lover
a writer beyond the labels
a writer as long as i’m able
i am my pen
i am my words
i write
i fight
i free the masses
stuck in countless classes
i write because it heals
it conveys the way i feel
a portal so I know the world is real
it is all i know how to be
my mirror
through which the world sees
me

©Daydreamer

Posted for Writing, 3WW Week No. 411, and Me.  Please view and comment on some of the other poems posted as well!  Enjoy!

Life Swim

Photo by Elena Kalis

 

 

distant
sullen
brooding
adjectives used to describe a life
“I’m going swimming”
an irrational, yet distinct cry
for help
rest
peace
she thought it was all she’d need
but they gave no heed
floating
they thought she just needed to find herself
misconception
misdirection
blurred perception
if corrected, could have saved a life
floating by

©Daydreamer

 

Posted for Poetic Visions, 3WW CCCXLIII, Peace, Mag 182, and Meeting the Bar: Getting Tight (in here).  Please join in the fun and comment after linking!