Supressed

Supressed

I see the thirst behind your eyes,

The ambition that dwells within,

Waiting to escape its confines,

It sits there trapped within.

Always looking for an outlet,

An opportunity managed your way,

For a new chapter to begin,

Keep trying, it will happen someday.

Like the rising of an established flame,

You try to supress your needs,

You do it for those around you,

But need serves to hinder your way.

Stop waiting for that day to come,

And start to make it happen,

Take your ideas out of the box,

And watch them shape your way.

Soon your exit will be illuminated,

Hard work will line your path,

Creativity will be supressed no longer,

And reward will ensue at last.  

So pick up a pen and a piece of paper,

A note pad, computer, telephone,

Go do your research and preparation,

Cause one day you’ll need them no more.

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

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To Escape a Moment

To Escape a Moment

What water drips on my page of questions?

It lies bland and waiting for my hand

To wander through its distant pages

Of lands to be explored

The water drips down my window

Drawing me from my page

What story lies behind each raindrop?

Waiting to be collected

I travel, wander, fight and dance

As ink glides across my page

Where will my journey end today?

As water drips across my ink

My pen placed down I sit and wonder

At the place I have journeyed today

My heart is crying with tears I squander

As my journey ends today

Tomorrow will start another journey

Another empty page

Where will I escape to another day?

Another grey rainy day

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

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Sienna

The doorbell rang this morning

A princess she came calling

She swaddled me in love and kindness

Those blue eyes looked to me

She asked me for a favour

A cat she did want near her

We took a journey step by step

To find her stripy prize

She climbed up slowly, step by step

To find her destination

Big boots aloft, she climbed up high

Mount Everest we were bound

She neared the top and called ‘pussy cat’

‘Pussy cat where are you?’

Her prey stayed low and hid there too

She didn’t like her guest

Big eyes befell me, green and black

Blue eyes did follow suit

They looked to me to offer hope

That their true dreams wouldn’t elope

  

I looked upon them quickly now

My glance shot from one to the other

My heart strings pulled from my chest

As sense abandoned me

A brother’s call rang proudly

A brother’s call rang true

The pussy cat hunt stalled fast

And green eyes thanked me too

The shaking did stop quickly

The pursuit abandoned now

Blue eyes took me somewhere new

To chase her a new prize through

Her blonde curls did bound all the way

As the cat got to live another day

Curiosity took her somewhere new

To see some chickens, all bright and new

By Serina Hartwell

Author of Hidden The Hidden Saga

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Quiet Interlude

Quiet Interlude

I had a quiet interlude,

Of happiness, contentment,

But like a whisper on the wind,

It took off, it was gone.

I tried to grasp it, hold it tight,

But it was taken from me,

Removed, withdrawn.

Now I sit here, restless, mithered, wilted,

My concentration strained.

I clasp my hands together,

In the quiet desperation,

I gained.

Goodbye peace and quiet,

What do you want?

My sanity bespoke,

Thrust to its limits.

Why do you want me?

Why do you need me?

What quieted solace can I find?

I tend your needs unconditionally,

My soul is stretched,

My patience thin,

Please peace find me once more,

While I rest and regain,

My will to gather,

The energy to start again.

By Serina Hartwell

Author of The Hidden Saga

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