NATURE’S WILL BE DONE

 

We fight nature’s will.

Ride its mighty waves.

Dig up its natural resources.

Cut down its plentiful trees.

Pollute its clear waters.

But will we ever have control?

Make it bow to our will.

Never.

Nature can never be tamed.

It will remain strong.

Long after we’re gone.

INVISIBLE

A ghost of me

Some days I feel strong and empowered,
 Ready to face the challenges
 Life throws at me.
 Other days I feel invisible,
 A transparent copy of myself,
 Feeling life fade away.
 How do I remain strong?
 My transparent self
 Needs to be reminded
 Of all the people
 Who rely on it;
 Of all the people
 Who love and need it.
 It is flickering.
 It is becoming solid.
 It is becoming strong once again.

A PUPPET ON A STRING

 

A puppet on a string.

Creepy.

Surreal.

Never in control.

At someone’s beck and call.

It must end.

Before it’s too late.

Before I turn to wood.

Before I become a Pinocchio.

 

No puppet life for me.

I will stand up for myself.

I will throw off my strings.

I will walk on my own.

I will be free at last.

Never to be

someone’s puppet 

ever again.

A PUPPET


A puppet on a string.
Creepy.
Surreal.
Never in control.
It must end.
Before it’s too late.
Before I turn to wood.
Before I become a Pinocchio.
No puppet life for me.
I will stand up for myself.
I will throw off my strings.
I will walk on my own.
I will be free at last.
Never again to be someone’s puppet. 

GOING IN CIRCLES

niadil:

GOING IN CIRCLES

Caught in a vicious cycle.
No control over your own life.
Day in and day out.
Round and round you go.
Does it ever stop?
Can you get off?
Yes, you can.
If you step outside the circle.
And dare to be different.