Written by Sierra Forry
Lone Wolf
My mind could never wrap around the idea of family
How a pack of wolves or humans could be compared to such compassion
Or hugs and kisses might never be seen
for people who could’ve but didn’t have the chance to explore
Love and lust not developed their mind
That could never wrap around the idea of family
Soft Scent
Fragile linens blowing in the spring breeze,
The scent of old dusty books and spring lavender
Where did I go wrong and I wonder
How did I spend my time and did I make it eventful?
For the one I loved and my rock since birth
Her old memories fade away
Not just the rock like the outdoor rocking chair
Or get stronger like my muscles while climbing a tree
They crack and break down like the teal paint wearing away through the years
Broken Writing Utensils
Class to class I go
Notes and tired letters
Unsharpened pencil, so dull like my motivation
Dotting my I’s should be as easy as solving my problems
I can’t just say to my teacher “I’m Sorry for my loss of motivation” I can’t just say “I’m sorry I am struggling inside and out”
I can’t just say “ I don’t have the time “ but, lie
With teacher I wish I was as connected and as special as a pen
A pen fixes mistakes, a pen is bold and proves points
But I just feel like a pencil, needed at certain times, stolen
It is not yours, nor mine
Shattered Wheels
My happiness was guided since I was a young child
Since you raced me from the bus stop
What would I do with the training wheels still on
My burden of your loneliness will never stop me from loving you