Impress You, Imprint Me

Impress You, Imprint Me







One of the greatest sicknesses



Of my puzzling, little life



Has finally been figured out



Without going under the knife!







And at the center of it all



Was this twisted and ugly seed.



You might call it an infection,



'Cause it certainly wasnt weed.







Foul and dark, it should have withered,



Faded, dried up, died long ago



But specific people and homes



Helped it to survive, made it grow.







I knew no better so figured



This is it; this is how life goes.



So I too joined in the circus



Me, Jack, Jill, and Pinochi-nose







But every time it would get bad



I would take off and disappear,



Cause I wasnt attached like them



And eventually that was clear.







I really was different from all them



No comfort, no safe place to be



Had taught me much over the years,



So I knew all I had was me.







When you dont feel safe anywhere



You use symbols, art, or a poem



To express a dot of the stress...



Of a seed waiting for a home.







Poetry is definitely not for everyone, but if you feel a way feel free to share. I welcome all feedback, good and bad.



I write mostly when I am all twisted up in my feelings. Expressing myself, whether it is poetry or drawing or whatever, it always helps me feel a little more organized about my chaos LoL