Limp leaves slip slowly While I reach out to catch A moment of clarity: I have not composed a poem In many months. Pregnant is my pen Ready to birth a new era Of limitless creation. I will not sever my hands From my wrists, again I will write. I will write. I will write.… Continue reading Born Again (poem)
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A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Today the sun defied the rules of winter Bursting through the clouds in disobedience 'Let me shine,' she sang 'I have done my waiting!' How fierce she is as she first strikes And you realise how much you missed Something in just a single moment. The rays penetrate my windows, A gentle hand warm against… Continue reading A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Journal entry – a dream
I have a dream for my life. And yes, it is a dream and not a plan, for I fear it will never come to be. “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live,” but perhaps Dumbledore never possessed a dream as beatific as this. A dream of peace. A dream… Continue reading Journal entry – a dream
Calling Summer (poem)
Take me back to summer Or forward, I don’t mind. Just release me from this bind Of winter, gripping like ice How nice it would be to feel warm Again. Play outside again. Sunlight and freedom and long days Again. Summer’s shining serenity calls I want to answer But for now, I must wait With… Continue reading Calling Summer (poem)
“Exposed” – creative stream of consciousness/journal entry
I’m not myself. It’s like the skin has been peeled away entirely, leaving exposed muscle and nerves and fragile bones. A simple gust of wind and I feel it all over, rubbing against tight strings of ligament barely holding me together. I ache. How long have I been like this? As fragile as a glass… Continue reading “Exposed” – creative stream of consciousness/journal entry
An Ode to Writing for the Sake of It
You have always been there to support me, but I think I have neglected you of late. I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to lose my way, but pathways intersect and divert so easily that I became blinded and the destination less clear. I say I don't know who I am but I am a… Continue reading An Ode to Writing for the Sake of It
“You’re You” – a poem for pride month
How do I say goodbye to the cage I’ve imprisoned myself in? Tongue-tied with truths I’m afraid to speak. Inadequate words for experiences I’ve never had. But feelings so strong I couldn’t possibly deny them. But deny them, I do. What does it mean If she makes me feel something Deep? Come out, come out,… Continue reading “You’re You” – a poem for pride month
Ode to the socially anxious
Are socially anxious people always acting? Always completing a stage performance? “Lights, camera, action!” every time they leave their home? I deserve an Oscar. Countless times have I stepped up onto the stage of life and performed until I felt weak. Feigning fascination until I feel faint. The mask seems glued to my face now.… Continue reading Ode to the socially anxious
Teddy – a poem
Teddy bears forgotten atop wardrobesCough dust as they yawn awakePeering patiently over the edgeWatching - watching the girlThey used to know.Would they be proud of who you’ve become?Your laughter used to animate their limbsLong picnics in parksFast frolicking in grandpa’s gardenA memory - long gone. What secrets could teddy shareKept behind stitched lips and beady… Continue reading Teddy – a poem
Stolen Voices – poem
There must come a time When the silenced speak Voices break free from locked boxes Kept underneath a royal bed. The Little Mermaid lullaby lied Teaching girls to sell their voice For a promised Prince and Immortal soul. Funny - It was always the voice That made us eternal Yet cracked hands of crones Claw… Continue reading Stolen Voices – poem
S. R. Crawford 