My alarm clock rings I'm too tired to move I reach for my phone I tap the snooze I try to catch A few more winks But my mind Slowly sinks Into the abyss Where sorrow does kiss The light within my soul Eventually I fold And I rise In absolute despise Of the abyss And her morning kiss Simona A. Brinson
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This second day isn't much better For I am a debtor To the grief that resides within I'm holding on by the hair Of my chinny-chin-chin Without a wolf in sight Simona A. Brinson
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You wouldn’t know If I didn’t let you in The storm that brews within The depths of my very soul Dark and dank and cold This very first day of February Is more than drab and dreary It's the beginning of the end Of which I cannot mend Simona A. Brinson
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I don’t look forward To the month of February That month is quite Drab and dreary It's 24 hours away I wish I could Turn back the days But I cannot I must deal with the lot I've been dealt My heart of greenbelt Is about to turn brown And I will often wear a frown Though most won't even notice This sad, depressive poetess Simona A. Brinson
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Did she walk away
With light in her eyes
As she said her last goodbye?
After all, he was her forever guy
And for his love she once vied
Even though he made her cry
And told her lies
To sanitize
His demoralized
Love guise
There was a time
She thought she spied
A man of promise, who edified
And held her in high
Esteem, which intensified
Her desire to compromise
And even disguise
The manner in which he euthanized
The light behind her eyes
But as time went by
A friend and ally
From deep within
Who was strong and wise
Called out to her,
“Arise! Arise!
Oh, Butterfly!
And take to the sky!”
As self-love developed
The scales abscised
And she could finally see
The beauty of I
So yes, she walked away
With light in her eyes
As she said her last goodbye!
Simona A. Brinson
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ROBINS FELL FROM THE SKY
There was not a ray of sunshine in sight Overcast and gloom enveloped the skies The clouds saturated the ground With sprinkles of rain The sprinkles briefly turned into showers And morning turned to noon The rains ceased And as I peered out the window Robins fell from the sky One, then five, then ten Then they fell so fast I couldn’t keep count They fluttered through the damp grass And hopped through the trees Trees holding onto last year’s leaves Not quite ready for spring A concrete bath pooled in the dip of the driveway And they splashed and danced and bathed Unaware of my inquisitive gaze Suddenly the sun’s rays peeked from the clouds And just as quick as they fell They took flight The uncountable flock dwindled Down to ten, then five, then one Then none The only thing they left behind Was their song in my heart And a smile that delighted my face
Simona A. Brinson
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She lay there at the bottom of the well without a clue as to how she got there. She does not remember the fall or how long she has been there. But long enough that she has forgotten how to climb. Her mind is numb, almost dead. She cannot formulate thoughts. She has forgotten how to smile. Tears fall unconsciously as the only symbol of emotion. She has to remind herself to breathe. She never thought an involuntary action would take such an effort.
She has become accustomed to the dark. He has become her constant companion. Her frenemy – more foe than friend, if you ask me. As she lingers here, embraced by darkness, her spirit slowly diminishes. She welcomes the coming of the end.
But wait…a small speck of light has shone through the darkness! And in its small shimmer, a glimmer of hope rides. Even in her weakness, she feels hope quake her soul. Darkness is no longer her constant companion. A new friend has arrived.
Every day her glimmer shines brighter; her hope rises higher. She goes from a prone state of mind to a sitting disposition in quiet contemplation. Her mind unclutters. She remembers the fall and how long she has been at the bottom of the well. But most importantly, she remembers how to climb.
As she rises to her feet, she looks up to see a pathway. A pathway to freedom lit by that speck of light. With an ounce of fortitude and a hand full of hope, she starts her ascent.
A foot here.
A hand there.
A pull.
A stretch.
She continues upward. She is halfway there. She doesn’t look back. She keeps her eyes on the prize that waits for her on the other side of darkness.
Occasionally, she feels a tug from below. Her frenemy calling out to her in woe. But she presses onward towards the light. When she reaches the rim of the well, she lifts herself out and basks in the radiance of the light. At that very moment, she remembered her forgotten smile.
Then she hears an almost indistinct sound coming from the depths. Darkness is calling. “Hey friend, don’t forget about me!” She throws her head back in joyous laughter. And without hesitation, she puts one foot in front of the other and whistles as she walks away.
And hope rises!
Simona A. Brinson
Inspired by my fellow blogger Bogdan Dragos and his wonderful short stories.
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RECOGNIZE
Alibis And little lies Compromised You justify But you also recognize That his smile belies The truth behind his eyes A disguise Used to keep you denied Of love exemplified Arise, arise O' butterfly See the truth behind your eyes And recognize You are lionized Simona A. Brinson
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SWEET & TENDER
His love was sweet and tender
When he spoke, flowers bloomed
And butterflies danced and flitted
About the room
His love was sweet and tender
Until the day it wasn’t
It was then you understood
That he never did and he doesn’t
Simona A. Brinson
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GLITTER & GLIM
Do you ever wish
You could take an eraser
And erase her
Or maybe even him
From the very pages
In your life
Where discontent and strife
Left you feeling gloomy and dim
Remember those days
Full of dark clouds and rain
When you had to refrain
From bubbling over the brim
Those days when madness lay
Two feet away
And you couldn’t feel the rhythm
Of your own heartbeat
And you couldn’t retreat
Because you couldn’t swim
Through all the bullshit he spewed
Because it left you dazed and confused
Just hanging there out on a limb
Though you can’t take an eraser
And erase her
Or him
You can take solace in knowing
That life is ongoing
And bask in the glitter and glim.
Simona A. Brinson
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