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Today, I Am

Updated on March 22, 2017
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Isabella is a student in Houston, TX and has been writing for several years. She is an avid reader, artist, and musician.

February 7, 2017

Today, I am a stagnant sea,

At face value, no more than an empty pool

Reflecting all those who look into me.

However there is a hurricane in my heart

Jostling the undertow,

Creatures thrashing below,

unwilling to take part

In this massacre,

Bloodshed underneath the water,

But the surface unchanging.

This is the calm before the storm.

February 8, 2017

Today, I am a broken winged sparrow,

Barreling at breakneck speed

Toward no discernible target.

Catapulted off course by a snag in my side,

Unable to breathe for even a moment

I am aching against the aerodynamics,

Destroying my already injured wing

And rapidly unraveling my perfect flight.

I am choked where most birds would sing

I am aching

Because I should have control,

And I do not.

February 9, 2017

Today, I am the morning sun,

Born bright, high, hazy and young.

Innocent before my journey.

I am beautiful long before I stain the sky orange and red,

Beautiful long before I bring the day to a close,

And welcome the darkness of the night.

I am beautiful in a different way now that I have scarred the sky.

Though still they marvel at me,

Damaged though I may be,

I try.

February 10, 2017

Today, I am a tightly wound coil,

Insecurity clenched in my crippling grip.

Any minute now,

I am poised to snap,

And the pain to which I am tightly bound,

Will find its release through the cracks in my rapidly rupturing metal armour,

No longer attacking just the beating heart within my own chest,

But also preying on the people that glow most within my darkness,

And I fail to articulate my desire to find a means to an end.

And all I can do is watch,

As my internal flame flashes,

And hope to god I'm remembered

As more than embers and ashes.

Feburary 13, 2017

Today, I am a two toned chord,

Craving a connection as complete and continuous

As that of a musician and his instrument.

But you are the missing piece of my melody,

The key that my slender fingers cannot reach,

The other side of a canyon that I cannot cross.

And I have always been controversially inclined,

But somehow the beat of my heart

Always in sync and on cue,

matches up with the drum of yours

Everytime it plays for you.

February 14, 2017

Today, I am a lackluster grey,

Bland, blank, lifeless.

Craving the touch of a lover

To mix me into a new, different, beautiful color.

I am born an alloy,

Of equal measure light and dark.

Struggling to lift my head above this shade,

An unbearable hue.

And where is the honor in this story?

I do not come out glittering, shimmering, or smooth;

I am still awaiting my metamorphosis

Though change may not even be necessary.

Perhaps all I must do,

Is move.

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      Shannon 5 weeks ago from Texas

      You're very unique and expressive. I like this series a lot. My favorite is Feb. 9th. Expressing sadness and other negative emotions is a good thing for many reasons, but it's always good to also remember that there is light in the darkness and beauty even where pain exists.

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      Sharilee Swaity 2 weeks ago from Canada

      Wow, I love this series -- all of them! If I had to pick a favourite, I guess it would be the one about being a two-part harmony. I love how each one is its own metaphor but they all work together to form a cohesive poem. Lovely!

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