Letter To The Ignored

Dear Heart, 

                     I'm terrified of you. You are being overlooked and I know that. I'm afraid to listen to what you have to say.  You are going to tell me to take risks and I’m scared of messing up. You are screaming in my chest. I ignored you and listen to my mind. I have made you out to be the enemy, when all along you have been my superhero. All you want is for me to listen. I'm sorry! I'm ready to wake up, take risks, and mess up. I'm ready to start living.  Don't give up on me because I’m ready to listen.

Peter Pan state of mind

I want to be a kid again.

So I grabbed a cozy blanket with some popcorn and watched Peter Pan. 

That night I went to bed feeling young. 

I was awoken by someone tapping me. 

It was Peter Pan and he took me to Neverland. 

I was me again!

No more stresses, I was carefree!

I could imagine and be anything I wanted to be. 

My creativity was back and pouring out of me like a river.

With a small amount of fears and was willing to take risks.

Before I woke up I heard him say,

“Let’s go back to Neverland and never

Come back until forever ends.”

Trying not to forget

I remember the first day of elementary school and looks didn't matter.

I remember lunch time line ups.

I remember recess and we all used to play together, and having no clicks.

I remember lunch money stamps.

I remember wanting to grow up. 

I Remember

I remember acne, head gear and no friends

I remember getting a locker for the first time and always decorating it.

I remember worrying about getting to my class on time.

I remember

I remember no more packed lunches

I remember having my license but still having to ride the bus.

I remember procrastinating almost every assignment

I will always remember

I will remember late night dances

I will remember all the football games, and Friday night parties.

I remember End of term stress and tests.

I will remember our days dwindling away, and wanting them to stay.

I will remember you. I will try to remember all of you

I will always remember this class, and how amazing it truly is.

I will always try not to forget. 

I remember wanting to be young forever. 

Left foot. Right foot

As a little girl i used to wear my shoes on the wrong feet.

I would have so many shoes in my closet most of them with holes and so warn out. That many people would just throw them away. But i would keep them because they all had stories to tell.

Every one of my shoes could be an adventure book, waiting to be read.

They were filled with so many memories and adventures that they just couldn't hold any more so they would wear out. Then i would be on the the next pair of shoes filling them with adventures.

Now i look at my shoes and think on those would look cute with that out fit or those are only for special occasions. They are being wasted away.

They walk the same paths every day.
home to school,
school to home,
home to work,
work to home.
Not walking on new ground and exploring new places.

It gets me wanting to get out of my routine and get my shoes walking on new ground.

Fill those shoes and don't waste them.
So wear them on the wrong feet! miss match your shoes.
what ever you do don't waste them.

No Difference

Small as a peanut,

Big as a giant,

We're all the same size

When we turn off the light.

Rich as a sultan, 

Poor as a mite, 

We are all worth the same 

When we turn off the light. 

Red, black or orange,

Yellow or white, 

We all look the same 

When we turn off the light.

So maybe the way

To make everything right

Is for God just to reach out 

And turn off the light!

                       

By Shel Silverstein