Member Poem

There is no bottom
No, not really.
 
There is just an ever-growing
Space,
And when you think you are falling,
You are mistaken,
For all you are is floating,
And when the wind sweeps
You up and drags you
Into a vortex that is nothing
But brutal chaos that cares
Not for you or the destruction of your past,
 
You are wrong to think that you are ending,
Because really,
You are only being born.
 
And when your eyes well
With tears that stem from carrying
The weight of your world,
My love, you are so terribly
Wrong to think that you are breaking,
Because you aren’t.
 
 
If I had a Superpower
 
If I had a superpower,
I bet you’d never notice,
Because my power is silent,
And it’s already there.
 
If I had a superpower,
I would have super strength,
Because I can already carry
The world on my shoulders,
And smile like nothings there.
 
If I had a superpower,
I would have the power of enough,
Always enough food, always enough water,
Because I already have enough hope,
And I already have enough strength,
But you wouldn’t know that just from my face.
 
If I had a superpower,
I would have telekinesis,
Because I already know
People’s hearts before I know them,
But you wouldn’t ever know,
Because I would look just like
Any other girl.
 
 
Siren Song
 
There is a song that was written once,
It’s stitched right here, right on my heart,
It used to be a pretty melody,
One that I could belt out like a little lark in
The early morning light.
 
But now its like a string of violins,
Weeping uncontrollably, sewn so tightly
In that it can scarcely be heard with the human ear,
Instead, it twitters on
In hushed lullaby tones,
And though I try to shut it up,
And cover it,
And remove its strings,
Still, it plays, weeping with every beat of my heart,
 
No longer the pretty tune it once was,
But an endless dirge of quickened heartbeats and watering eyes.
 
There was a time when I compared
That voice to a symphony,

A time before I knew

That it was never a song,

But a lure,

One that I clung to without question.