Dancing in the dark

I’ve found it too much fun dancing in the dark

For my footwork is impeccable and timing to the nearest mark

It’s a beautiful thing to dance to your own music

Keeping hold of beat so that you don’t lose it

A loud silence echoing off of old stone walls

Whilst my feet move in perfect time to the calls

Even sometimes I dance to the sweet bird song

Under the moonlight, as it casts a shadow so strong

At the first quarter is when i feel I dance my best

As that’s when darkness tends to my every request

I can finally let go and my feet feel alive

Til’ the next full moon, I hope I will survive

Mountain

Stuck between its too late and it’s only just started

In the middle I will sit until

I am rescued

Eyes closed dipping my feet in both ponds

The best years are to come but all the best years have gone

Summer sunshine met with holy matrimony

Vows to myself to remain youthful

Whilst my skin glows but my bones ache

Wondering if wisdom has made me feel older

I’ve felt so much in so little time

So I will sit with my toes in freezing water until

I can’t feel

To climb the mountain barefoot and

Take me back to where it all began

Raw

Raw like a crunchy carrot

Full of goodness

5 of your 5 a day

Full of colour

I am raw

Authentic and organic

Like a freshly squeezed smoothie

A sweet grape

A sour banana

A bitter strawberry

Refreshing like a lemon

Natures creation

Grown on this Earth

From the Earth

To be enjoyed everyday

Sweet & sour

Sometimes not wanted

But always needed

I think, I know

I think sometimes I feel too much

I wonder if that makes me weak

Emotions stand tall and I’m falling at their feet

I think I’m scared of failure

It eats me up inside

So to avoid that feeling, sometimes I just sit by

I think I look for how to be different

Instead of appreciating myself

I want happiness to glow from me, to be my biggest wealth

I think sometimes my poems aren’t good enough

I’m never going to make it great

Spread my words far and wide to help people who can relate

I know sometimes I feel too much

But I am certain that makes me strong

The greatest gift in life, is to feel the lyrics in a song

I don’t need to be afraid of failing

As better opportunities aren’t always exposed

Sometimes sat waiting behind the door that was just closed

I know I don’t need to be different

I give off the energy I embrace

As I only take in positivity, that’s what I will display

This is the best poem I’ve ever written

As it speaks the greatest volumes

Just the simplest words sung to the catchiest tune

Maybe…

I wonder what I could’ve been

A version of myself that remains to be seen

I really hope she will come out soon

I’m leaving her enough room

Maybe the world isn’t ready

It’s now forced me to take it steady

I can’t shine forever if I use all my light

I need to save some in order to stay bright

Maybe I’ll preserve it and carry it on with me

The brightest star you’ll ever see

Maybe in another lifetime I do exist

Fulfil all of the things my mind made me miss

Those nights that you wish would never end

Listening to music with your favourite friend

Maybe one day I’ll become one of those nights

A star in the sky that will always shine bright

Look down on myself laughing with friends

This time I’ll make sure the night never ends

life through fresh eyes

As the sky went pink he turned and said to me

You know that you’re better than anybody 

That was such a big statement so I turned back and said 

Better than anybody you’ve ever met? 

He said it was my mind, he could talk to me all day

My looks never once came into play

We sat on the sunflowers 

Whilst the sun went down slowly for hours 

He said the way I see things is magical and wonderful 

I am brave and strong, but also vulnerable 

As the sky turned orange he turned to me again 

Please can you tell me, what is your name? 

Amy I said, as the sky turned grey

He then turned around to me to say 

Amy, you know the sky has been grey all of this time

I said let’s enjoy the last bit of sunshine 

I picked him a flower but it stung his hand 

He said it was a nettle, which I didn’t understand

I said what I’ve been seeing isn’t lies 

You just need to look at life through fresh eyes