July 10th Poetry

[boundtothemusic]

I wrote this while working a closing host shift on July 10th...My second day at Westlake Greens, and during my first experience with Spike.

I used to cry, I used to get high
I used to stare in the mirror
And I'd see myself and wonder
Am I someone else?
Really? Who am I?

Now I laugh, now I can fly
Now I see no reflection
And I feel in my heart
I am blooming and growing
I am becoming the real me.

Here's another one I wrote dealing with Arno.

So many emotions, experiences, thoughts,
How so few feelings?
How turned so numb?

So many questions, doubts, fears,
How did this come?
How did I allow?

So much hope, love, faith,
How will it stop?
How to keep faith?