Like A Dream Catcher
Blowing in the breeze ever so beutifully, like the grace I appear to have when I keep smiling.
String wound so complexly, like all the things Iv gotten myself into the last few years.
Feathers hanging exposed for everyone to see, like they did when I decided to rise instead of run from my mistakes.
Beads placed in specific patterns, like the priorates I now have.
Hanging above your bed just over your head while you sleep,like my memories dangle above mine never letting me rest.
Dream Catcher
#I Am...Scholarship Slam
#I Am...Scholarship Slam
This poem is about:
Me