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Christy Np Poem
I used to be a dreamer
Growing up within my mind,
I was no heavy sleeper
By creativity confined
I used to be a hero
One day, and then the next
I could've been Jack Sparrow
Prancing between the decks
I used to live in a circus
With carousels and flying cats,
I'd muck about without a purpose
All day out, with Mr. Tall Hat
I used to be a rarity
From anyone else, I was unique
I used to live in fantasy
Believed in fairy tales, even magic
Today, I am another person
As normal as they define
Too scared to be uncommon
Afraid to be left behind
Today, I live in blunt reality
A world of black and white,
that outlaws every little oddity
and punish them on sight
I have been dead before,
When they took my dreams away.
Copyright © Christy Np | Year Posted 2014
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Christy Np Poem
I thought the previous version was a little too long, I feel that this shorter one captures the essence with less story.
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A place to belong,
Neither here nor there
Shadows of one's self,
to shy from scrutiny
Aching heart,
Unbearable thoughts
In its murkiest depth,
A little child, crying
"Where is my peace?"
Cries to be set free.
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Copyright © Christy Np | Year Posted 2014
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Close to heart,
a long-time friend
I seek solace,
in the loneliness of its hold
It consumes me.
Copyright © Christy Np | Year Posted 2014
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