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Chelsea Brundon Poem
Light, shining bright from the honey colored eyes of a young child. Vibrancy and clarity radiating like heat off an old metal slide at the play ground. Youth, resilience, all are swiped away in the blink of an eye. That twinkle in my eyes, the soft ringing of my joyous laughter fade into the darkness. Nothing but faint, taunting whispers at the back of my mind remain. Those memories that dance and prance on the tip of my tongue haunt me. I stare at myself in the mirror on my bathroom wall, my auburn hair now streaked with grey. My once soft, clear skin flecked with spots and wrinkled like a canvas of an old painting. I do not recognize the person in the mirror, and it frightens me. My precious memories, thoughts of loved ones passed slip and dangle just out of reach. Loneliness caving in, sadness clawing its way towards me. The stares of the ones who love me, the heartbreak in their eyes as I pull away from their touch. They are strangers to me, but I am their everything. Guilt, burden, depression fill me because I know they love me in a way I cant love them. Once apon a different time, a time not riddled with blanks and fuzzy lines. A time, when I could remember everything. I stare at the stranger in the mirror of memories, and that stranger is me.
Copyright © Chelsea Brundon | Year Posted 2015
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Chelsea Brundon Poem
What's in your name? Some might answer with the predictable, the obvious and simple. A few letters they'd say, pronunciations and syllables they would remark. But, your name holds so much more than that. Your name has powers that you might not fully realize until now, when reading this poem. By being named what you are, you cause the state of mind of another person to change. When they hear your name somewhere, scribbled on a desk messily in haste, or typed neatly in the mornings newspaper they think of you. Your name becomes a part of their life, it can spark a smile with just the thought of it. Even create sorrow that flows in the form of tears at just the mention of your name. Your name is more than a jumbled mess of letters, characters on a page. Your name is a collection of memories, feelings, and most of all...your name is what makes you, "You."
Copyright © Chelsea Brundon | Year Posted 2015
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Chelsea Brundon Poem
In my blood ill wrote these words, ones of sorrow and formidable darkness. In my blood ill paint this picture, a depiction of my inner demons, a representation of the struggles I face. In my blood ill write your name, to show you that you are a part of me. A part of my soul, and part of my being. In my blood ill color in the sky, shades of dark red and velvety shadows to hide the inner truth. In my blood ill show you that I am more than just another body in a sea of people. I am me, and that's all I can be. Shadyside whispers and foreboding glances of times once passed, a sort of nostalgia that stings like the thorn of a freshly picked rose. In my blood ill tell a story, a story of sadness and inner turmoil. But in my blood ill play a song, one of hope and one of love. In my blood ill show you that I can be anything you want me to be but only what I decide to be.
Copyright © Chelsea Brundon | Year Posted 2015
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