My Poetry
Once upon a place in time
a flower emerged without a crime
the pedals were pure and undefined
nothing was written, nothing was signed
The weeds in the garden, not that of her own
made their way over …wanting to be sown
she smiled and she chuckled, not fully aware
those seeds in her garden would bring her quite a scare
she loved and accepted those weeds as her own,
not knowing they would show her a way, which was not her own.
She drowned in sorrow and did not understand,
why those weeds made her feel ever so banned.
Those weeds spread their seeds all season long,
to grow in strength and ever so long,
Then one day she realized that her tears made them grow
and decided in that moment her courage must grow
“To grow into what?” she kept asking herself
…….into the beautiful flower she was born to be,
to love, to honor and set herself free.
Remembering my Soul and Spirit
Author and written by
Bianca B.
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I am…………unknown
My Path……unknown
My Purpose……unknown
My Journey……full of information
My Heart…….protected ..yet expansive
My Mind…..rides in circles then climbs
Why are you unknown? …..because I walk in between
Why is your path unknown? ….. because I choose to trust
Why is your purpose unknown?…..because I choose to just be
Why is your heart protected?….because of what I feel…but expansive because I am ready to feel the unknown
Why does your mind ride in circles?…..because I am trying to understand
……then what makes it climb? ….because I finally understand
Author and written by
Bianca B.
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I see you…..you see me
it is not my darkness I ask you to feed
for the darkness within me
is mine to bring to the light
it only takes courage to make it shine bright
it will take time to sift through it all
it will take me up, and even cause me to fall
but it is all needed to help me see
I see you…when you see me
Author and written by
Bianca B.
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How does a heart get broken and shattered in two
by me being me and you being you
when my words speak the language of my heart that feels so true,
but to your ego my language feels overruled
How can i mend this broken heart
not only mine but yours, within art
I see you and you see me
but egos rise high and play on repeat
to continue this journey
which has so much to teach
a wonderous life feels so out of reach
I take a deep breath and decide with ease
oh how i wish time could freeze
Author and written by
Bianca B.
