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Mikeala Dion Poem
You open the door
And hear a creak.
A longing for what once was,
But never again will be.
No souls lie contained.
Only memories live here.
Do not be afraid,
It’s only a House, dear.
The Old House is lonely.
Look at Her flowered walls.
Together they were family,
You can see by pictured halls.
With creaks She frightens
Because She knows you won’t stay.
Her moaning and pleading
Is what keeps you at bay.
Paint was Her dress;
Now ivy is Her veil.
Her beams once strong arms;
Her skeleton now frail.
Curtains hiding tears,
Sitting so unused.
She lies here in waiting,
Feeling so abused.
She can still feel the steps,
Still hear the laughter.
She still remembers people
When She believed in ever after.
One fateful desire,
Like a hero wanting believed in,
We all have a dream,
And Hers is to be lived in.
She still has a bed,
Yet you close the door.
You could still lay for a while,
Yet from you She hears no more.
The walls, now covered,
Used to be quite the sight.
You should have seen Her then,
Before She was taken by blight.
For the grime outside
Is now within.
Farewell to the beauty
Her soul once lived in.
Walls covered in ivy.
Her paint chipping away.
She is tired of fading,
So, maybe She will fall one day.
If you won’t stay
You might as well get out!
A wall goes crumbling—
It sounds like a shout!
She does not want you here
Though again steps she longs for—
You are but a reminder,
So be here no more!
Copyright © Mikeala Dion | Year Posted 2024
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Mikeala Dion Poem
Loss is feeling everything
All at once
While you stand there feeling numb.
Loss is having electric pain
Shoot through your system
As your heart stops in place.
Loss is feeling
An inescapable scream
Rise from inner depths of immeasurable pain.
Loss is having your soul
Ripped from your body
As it chases one that’s leaving.
Loss is missing a chunk of your heart
That was torn out between seconds.
Loss is there tomorrow.
Loss is here today.
I woke up again believing
Only to be reminded of my pain.
Loss holds your hand
In the back of your mind
As you lay there in your screaming.
Lost is your voice.
Lost is your smile.
Lingering is your scent,
Though I’ve gone a thousand miles—
And you weren’t there for one of them.
Copyright © Mikeala Dion | Year Posted 2024
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Mikeala Dion Poem
As we wait for the day
To start over anew
We watch the sunrise
Dry the morning dew.
You have a paper,
And I have a bowl
This drink has stained everything,
Even seeped to our souls.
When we were younger
We would dance until dawn.
Now the thought only
Makes both of us yawn.
Though we have been tested,
By my side there was you.
Still, life holds no more cream
For me or for you.
Yet with sugar in our hearts,
We sit here together
Gazing up towards the stars
As we will be forever.
Though the sun has passed us
Over 18, 262 times,
My heart still yearns
For your hand in mine.
Our kids are now grown.
We have beaten the rush,
And still for you
I will always crush.
Rocking back and forth
Looking over our fruit trees,
We sit here on our porch swing
Making black coffee memories.
Copyright © Mikeala Dion | Year Posted 2024
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Mikeala Dion Poem
I couldn’t help but notice,
If I may be so bold,
That when you look at yourself
It’s in a way that’s most cold.
Though your freckles the stars
On a skin full of rainbows,
You cannot seem to see
How much that you glow.
And though your eyes they must be
Either green or brown or blue
To all those around
They’re the most envious hue.
Would that you bury your face
To hide it from the mirror,
I would move a whole mountain
To have it come nearer.
Though you hate your laugh
It’s my most favorite song,
And so lucky would I be
To hear it all the day long.
You think at yourself,
“Surely, I must cut it”.
Oh, but darling,
Can’t you see that I love it?
You see your creations
As worthy of fire,
But see that I love them
With such a burning desire.
You say that you are weak,
Though through pain all along,
You have gone without dying
So to me you’re quite strong.
You think yourself not good enough,
Now let me lift you to the sky.
Let the love for yourself
Be a new kind of high.
So if I may be so bold,
You may think this not true,
Though you may hate yourself,
Yourself is why I love you.
Copyright © Mikeala Dion | Year Posted 2024
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Mikeala Dion Poem
If your life was a movie,
Would there be some good quotes?
Would every single line contain traces of gold?
Or would everything you say,
Sound as if your soul had been sold?
If your life was a movie,
Would you bother watching again?
Or would you rather read a book
To sit there and distract yourself
Because there never was a hook?
If your life was a movie,
Would you laugh at the sad parts?
Would you skip to the end?
Would you wish with everything inside you
That you could begin yet again?
If your life was a movie
What would the title be?
“The Boy In His Chair”?
“The Girl On Her Phone”?
Do you think that really fair?
No! Make your life a movie!
A story to be told.
With everything inside you,
Go out! Be bold!
Put music to your memories!
And of memories make some more!
Your life is your movie.
So tell me, what will you do?
Will you sit there in your sadness,
Or make a movie, tried and true?
Copyright © Mikeala Dion | Year Posted 2024
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