No Fear of Judgment
They say she's crazy cause she speaks her mind
She'll tell you of the madness inside her head
She writes her thoughts in perfect rhyme
She's been known to take depression meds
She has dreams that would make the boogie man have fits,
even nightmares from time to time
Crazier nightmares than she would ever admit
There are nights when she never closes her eyes
Every now and then she will go on a rant,
usually about the evil on this earth
She would love to change things but she knows she cant
Just know that she would for what it's worth
She's a pretty happy person when it's all said and done,
blessed with family and friends that love her so
She has always wanted her very own son
but she understands that sometimes God says no
Somewhat of a temper that gets better with age
If you ask me she's doing much better
Lately she has more good than bad days
Maybe people are just doing less to upset her
She gets in these moods where she just needs to write,
whatever comes to her tattered warped mind,
even if it shows her in an unpleasant light
There are so many answers that she can't find
The allusive answers are more than she can stand
She desperately wants to know them all
When they disregard her urgent demand
she feels as if she is about to fall
She writes what she knows in an attempt to feel better,
even if it's meaningless to others
She feels a sense of relief with each jotted letter
and no longer feels so smothered
She reads her words a time or two, that's usually all it takes
She feels a calming sense of relief and quickly hits delete
Occasionally when things are bad deleting is not the case
She bravely posts her odd words up for everyone to see
A dangerous move some might say, like slapping at a spur
Something pushes her to do it and she's not the least bit scared
I guess it's not priority what others think of her
It's something of a rush knowing her soul has been bared
So as you can see this was a time when delete was not the answer
If she ever wants to go to sleep she knows what she must do
The unanswered questions will haunt her like a reoccurring cancer
These questions that remind her that she hasn't got a clue
Copyright © Nikki Reynolds | Year Posted 2016
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