The girl in the mirror

The girl in the mirror She’s not just you of yesterday The girl who’s insecure Who’s not all that sure Who can’t imagine what will come tomorrow The girl in the mirror She’s not just you of now The girl with the smile With a love of all things wild With a love for a…

Reasons

I kept busy, stayed buried For years and years Worked weekends, week nights The struggle, the strife Kept feeding the candlelight With nothing much left to fight Everyone else seems to measure their life in years So why do I judge mine by the days? I have always been impatient – resigned Waiting on the…

Adventure Awaits

Palms sweat. My shoulders get too tight and my muscles start to ache. Move. I need to move. I have never been able to take my medicine and swallow my sentence without resistance. I’m like a vine that struggles to reach the sun – scales the walls flexes her leaves with every ounce of vitality…

Stream

A poem by Bethany N. Bella