Member Poem

Sometimes I wonder what life is like on the other side
Sometimes I wish to cross the border
and be swept away by the tears I’ve cried.
Too many sleepless nights amid a garden of regret
Sometimes I wonder what if I had died?

What if I had not endured and had perished?
Would my legacy live on?
Would my time her on earth be cherished?
It is hard to fathom and understand how I feel,
But I have walked longer than you my child
And suffered a great ordeal.

Society has sculpted me into the perfect muse-
One who can conceal the truth
and burden viewers with a questioning mind,
What did this subject lose?

For every art critic will note
Her forlorn smile and distant gaze
She remembers happiness
She remembers those better days.

These are the memories that live within me
And propel me forward to the next dawn
For life is a mundane routine
And time will pass,
and all will soon be gone.

Sometimes I wonder what life is like on the other side
But too often I forget by mediocrity do we subside.
We cannot ever be fully content
That is much too high a demand,
If there is a change to be made
Cross the border, take a stand.

But that requires bold action
And I have a timid soul
By choosing to do nothing
I melt into a bottomless dark bowl

Sometimes I wish to cross the border
But borders were not meant to be crossed
Drawing outside the lines you mustn’t,
That childhood lesson has not been lost

So here I sit, unable to take action
Living my life out of the pure necessity to survive
I am miserable simply put,
because into frigid waters did I refuse to dive.