Some Days

Some Days

There are some days when,
the light seems too bright to see,
and then there are days when,
I am content to bask in its glow.
There are some days when,
my dreams seem untouchable,
and then there are days when
I am certain that they will come true.
There are some days when,
I am so afraid of falling,
and then there are days when,
a blind leap of faith comes with ease.
There are some days when,
I cannot see the way forward,
but then I realise,
that I am the one holding myself back.

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This is my final TMA poem slighty edited because I had to squash it into 8 lines to fit the line limit - this was its originally intended form.

Beautiful Insomnia

Beautiful Insomnia

Midnight. The empty street lies still and alone,
lit only by a shining silver puddle in the sky,
resting regal in the heavens on her cloud throne.
The world is silent now, no-one watching it but I,
none dare to disturb the ghostly quiet of the night,
held in a lifeless calm, not dead, just sleeping.

The trees with their skeleton hands offer applause
to the nocturnal birds that dance with the soft wind.
A lone feline ventures into the open, then withdraws,
fading into black velvet shadows like a Cheshire grin.
Darkness wraps up the familiar sights in his embrace,
and distorts them beyond my recognition.

Only at night can I see the world through new eyes,
and I wonder if this is why sleep remains out of my reach,
so that I do not miss the studded diamonds in the sky,
or the haunting melody of the owls as they screech.
I feel no frustration at my restless mind tonight,
I am content to seek out the beauty of the dark.

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The second of my three TMA Poems, this time just an excercise in rhyme and imagery.

The Broken Road

The Broken Path

The jagged teeth of glass glitter and glint,

ready to rip and tear fragile flesh. The

breaking sounds like cruel laughter to my ears,

flooding my mouth with the foul taste of fear.

It fills my chest and steals my breath from me.

The ground cracks and crunches with every step,

shifting, breaking and erupting new teeth,

and the fear slams shut the path I follow.

I look up and see my inspiration,

his eyes filled with pride and a warm smile that,

reminds me why I walk on broken glass.

He cuts through the roadblock, and pierces my

heart. Fear no longer seems important now,

because I remember who this is for.

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This was the first of three poems I submitted for my creative writing TMA. It is a modern interpretation of a sonnet (in that it has no rhyme scheme) and it is about the glass walk I did back in November 2011 for Yorkhill Children's Foundation.