I Am Filled poem
Ella Basham
I am filled with sunshine
From swimming in pools to being on the lake
I am filled with summer
Tan skin and bright clothes
I am filled with pop music and Musicallys
Fashionable barbies and annoying sisters
I am filled with fun times and babysitters
Ice cream trips and playdates
From believing in mermaids to creating fairy gardens
Summer is always my time
I am filled with books and side walk chalk
From boat rides and sandwiches
Long car rides and Disney channel
The water was where I always was
To sneaking into Lake Camelot pool
To sleepovers late at night
I am filled with those long days
I am filled with baking random desserts
From cookies and cakes
To making glitter filled slime
To watching new movies all day
Summer was my sunshine
Shraddha-Andi Cheffings
Knots and Tangles
Here I am,
Flowing out from something,
Spiralling around,
Revisiting the same places and situations,
Over and over,
If not in person,
At least, in my mind.
Leaves are rustling in a cold north breeze,
And bees carry apple pollen from tree to tree.
The stream still flows by the ghost of the orchard
Where I played whistle with the birds as a small child.
Everything fell away from me
Into ever-altering memory.
Never given a second chance,
I follow a displaced path
Of knots and tangles.
Something shoved me, hard, and pushed me off-course.
Someone dug a trench to move me from my valley.
I watered someone else’s life,
Until, no longer needed,
I seeped back into the soil,
Slowly descended to the valley floor,
And formed a stagnant marsh,
Where, once, I could have flowed.
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