The Hidden Ones

Behind smiles

a laugh

a quiet hello

they hide

 

Never too far

or too close

always there

they hide

 

Saying yes

standing strong

careful and calm

they hide

 

They never want to disappoint

saying yes, quietly smiling

but sometimes they need a hand to hold

to carry them from where they hide

 

*****

 

Just a quick little mind splatter for you there, long time I know, but I’m back – sort of. I hope you enjoyed it, and maybe even took something from it. See you after the next one. 

The Trouble with Being Human

Born into a bloodline with closed eyes

Hope and fear is turned into love when they open

You hold onto a parent’s hand with trust knowing that you can never fall

Their grasp keeps you smiling throughout those blind years with joy

Seen as naivety to the old who are quick to lose their hopeless love and joyless trust

They tell you that your childish reality was nothing but a dream

Your eyes open wide as the world expands to more than blood

Hands reach out to you offering you more, your hope and fear turn into love when you take them

You hold onto all that you can with trust locking away the fear that they might let you go

Stumbling every now and again is part of our design

Beware that some will use the marks left behind to loosen your hold

Their petty nooses will fall short of hanging you, drawing and quartering you

Language learnt from when eyes open, those innocent beginnings flow into dangerous waters

With turning tides that can be twisted and misheard, misplaced or misconstrued

Your words might betray you, whilst others use them to severe your grip

Fingers unclasp and hands fall away with only fear left to hold onto

Forgiveness can be found with that blind hopeless love found in your blood

Severed ties can be renewed with hope and joy once again

Let others be bitter whilst you run to your next adventure holding on tight

For your mind and your heart never stop growing, and that is the trouble with being human

 

The Forgotten

We are the forgotten

Left to wallow alone

In the hope that we might forget ourselves

Forget all we had

For we had dreams

Hopes

Beliefs

Aspirations

All since forgotten

No, not forgotten

Misplaced

Hush now it will be okay

Those words are meaningless

Nothing is okay

For we are the forgotten

Never to be seen

A plastic dummy pretending to speak our minds

When we lost those long ago

To the ones who forgot

We are the forgotten

Remembered only to forget the truth of our being

 

A Little Haiku, Open Hands

In case you thought you were getting a big one… haha. I’m not known for my haikus, and I know why,  but occasionally I find they help with the wider writing process.

 

Open hands hold life

The choice is ours, live or die

I made mine, now you.

 

To see my inspiration check out BFF Vegan, you never know, you might just like it.

Bethanie.