In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Recently Acquired.”
Words create worlds
And so I’ve learnt
What we think
Becomes our reality
Stronger and stronger
I can feel myself grow
From hiding, low self esteem
Darkness, depression
To growth and strength
And love and light
What we share can touch
The hearts of others
What I’ve learnt about blogging
Is the power of words
A Poem I decided not to publish
Eccentric
Crazy lady
Sometimes I am an introvert
Want to be left alone
And sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I am so sad
Not finding any relief from
The sheer darkness within
Other times my heart is happy
And my soul is glad
Always feeling, passionating
Not resonating
With the normal others
That would encompass me
Handle me with care
Wrapped in my own world
My own thoughts
Magical mysteries inside of me
Enjoying my own company
And the world created so exquisitely
I’m a writer
I’m a dreamer
I’m a coder
I’m a walker
I’m a talker
I can lead, I can follow
I can laugh, I can cry
Very easily
I can love, I can live
I am aware, I breathe
Sensitive
Transparent
A world of contrasts
Wrapped into one
This is me, I am Vonita
Moving towards the light
Passioning through Poetry
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/leftovers-sandwich/
I’ve spent a few years
Looking outside of me
Yearning
For some company
To fill an internal need
Externally
Not that easy always
For friends to conjure up
Magically
So I picked up a pen
That is – my hands and began to type
Consistently
And what I’ve found
Is that I’ve started to heal
Miraculously
I am no longer looking
To fill a void to
Band-aid me
So now my perfect day
Would be to visit myself
Internally
To spend some time
Learning to paint a little
Artfully
I’ve booked on a course
To learn concepts of design
Visually
So I can write
And when I’m done I can
Graphically
Turn my writing
Into books that can keep others
Company
And to drink, some sparkling water
With ice and lemon and bubbles
Please!
No sparkling water but this will work!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/still-or-sparkling/
All the hurt
All the pain
Cutting so deep
Into my heart
Into my life
Have all found their way
Out of my mind
Out of my head
How ironic to find
In the depths of soul pain
No further ache
But balm for my wound
A gift so free
Given to me
Where I can express
Myself so easily
And it helps me now
Every day
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/oh-the-irony/
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