Okay, this is borgo speaking here and once I again I feel compelled to offer up a poem by what is fast becoming my little prodigy. A little history might be in order.
According to what I see at the local libraries, book stores and by all accounts, her school, April is what is known as National Poetry Month. Last year, her poem was chosen by Barnes and Noble as one of the finalists and she was chosen to read it in front of a pretty large audience. This year, she submitted another one and I’ll be damned but she wound up winning the whole kit and caboodle for her age group and will be reading again this weekend.
I know this sounds pretty dark and brooding for an eleven year old kid but people have often remarked to me that she was born with an “old soul”. Maybe the happiness she displays on the outside is just a mask for her inner turmoil as she bears down on the teenage years.
Maybe, but I doubt it…
If
pride is indeed a
sin, then I’m certainly guilty on all counts. Without further
ado, I present to you the…
Tales of a Troubled Soul
Sweet silence
The sense of clean in the air
after a storm
The feeling of power
after the battle
The sinking feeling of longing
For the sweet, sweet rain
to come again
The feeling of loss
for the injured
Loneliness
Black walls staring at you
hiding the unknown
A time to talk to one’s self
while thinking of the past,
The good and the bad
The longing to tell your story
to make them laugh with you
and to cry
that separated feeling
Solemn
The feeling of maturity and strength
The feeling that you have lost yourself
from happiness and laughter
Craziness
The feeling of losing control
and of adventure
Then feeling the eyes on you
as the laughter fades away
Of all the things we have to offer,
why do we choose the worst?
Why do people say the things they do?
Why do I do this?
So step up and save me
from this lonely raft.
I’m drowning in its spell.
Make the loneliness fade away.
I am a long way from home
and I have nowhere left to roam.
Why do you push me and tell me to leave?
Only when I need you to believe?
Believe that there’s time to change.
That there’s time to lengthen your comfort range.
Tell me that everything’s alright.
I think I know and so do you.
That there’s no time to run away again.
So when the rain is hitting the walk so long
Just find what you believe and let go a song.
Just know that the rain will fade away
But I will stay strong
So sit me down and tell me to listen
and tell me all of your troubles
Find the words from deep down below
and scream them out to me.
For all of these years that will go by
I will remember your smile.
If I find you out on the road, we’ll sit and talk for awhile.
But this is for you,
and that’s all that needs to be said