Holly Brook: What I Wouldn't Give

One night, in a dream, I saw a group of people. These were deserving, lovable people. The problem was, they didn't know it. They were stuck, confused--reacting to some crazy stuff that happened long ago. They were running around in adult bodies, but in many ways they were still children.

And they were scared.

These people were too busy protecting themselves and trying to figure out what everything meant, they didn't do what they most needed to do: relax, be who they are, and allow themselves to shine.

They didn't know it was okay to stop protecting themselves. They didn't know it was ok to love and be loved. They didn't know they could love themselves.

When I awoke, I realized I was one of them...





note: i did not write this, it is from a book i had for my psych paper it was in the dedication and i am one of them...

Colors crushed and strewn around,

nature falling to the ground.

Crackling leaves crushed underfoot;

dandelions sprout and soon do fluff.

Tiny bugs floating through the air,

bouncing and tossing everywhere.

Long grasses learn to sway,

smelling of the summer fade.
Wind rustling the branches blown;

honking geese sound the way flown.

Gentle breezes caress the skin,

never will i see this again.

Looking through illuminated branches,

setting yourself up for mindles trances.

The sky's bright blue turns to gray.

O, how I love these October days.

Landscape full of fire and fun.
Winter comes when this is done.

Thinking of time well spent.
Thinking about what this has meant.

Rainboots

Quietness echos
making no sound.
Raindrops whisper
through the clouds.

Clouds clash,
making light.
Sending rumbles
throught the night.

Rain splashes

on the glass,
making my face
like a mask.

Light illuminates
all the trees.
Energy sparks
all through me.

Snap! Crash!
A tree now dies.
Split in half
by the sky.

Puddles fill,
shifting shape.
Raindrops slow,
full of grace.

The sun shines bright
through the clouds.
Shimmering mists
form around.

Children scream.
The storm blows away.
Then I ask,
"Can I go play?"

Rainboots splash
in puddles wide.
Robins futter, float,
and fly.

Sun goes through
the raindrops few.

Rainbows splatter in my eyes.
Many colors paint the sky.

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