Kate M. Lynch- Three Poems

To Write

To write is a beautiful burden.

It is as equally pleasurable as painful.

It scratches at your soul,

And torments your thoughts.

It is a baby that is clawing to get out of the womb

and experience the world.

To keep a story to oneself causes a mental state of distress.

Pain only a writer understands and can sympathize.

It keeps you up at night 

Until you can purge your thoughts,

every last one of them.

Your thoughts must be wrung out 

like a towel, until every lost drop is in the bucket.

But to write is a beautiful experience.

One that teaches life and love.

A writer, with a finished work,

Is a proud parent holding her child’s hand at the bus stop

of the first day of Kindergarten.

You watch as the bus turns around the corner,

as your child tries to wriggle free.

You close your eyes, as tears fall,

Releasing the child you watched grow up, you smile.

It is now up to the child to succeed.

A Cloak of Death

Lightly place me in a box,

Lie me down next to the rocks.

Set me down as the flowers wilt.

I hear the sounds of shoveling silt

Above me, getting heavier with each tear shed.

It was a nice life that I once led.

Or would I rather be made ashes

As I burn

Into nothing, 

Placed in a yearn.

A fire embraces my crackling soul,

As the cloak of death takes a toll.

Throw me here, scatter me there,

Keep me in a locket, if you dare.

This Earth is no longer home for me,

It is only a place for the alive to be.

But one day you’ll follow to where I am going,

But as for right now, you must keep rowing

Down the winding river of life.

It is indeed a sharp knife,

But, oh, what a joyous ride.

I’ll tell you more on the other side.

Streetlight

The streetlight,

Oh, how your glassy eyes

Fool the soul.

For how many times will 

You carelessly change.

I watch the world flash by,

To fast to understand.

Captivated yet distressed

At what I’ve seen.

-Green.

The chains of my past

Tighten with each breathe.

The feeling of no escape

Chokes my dreams to death.

-Yellow.

The fire burns deep inside my heart,

Signifying no escape.

Life’s lessons beat down

The girl I used to be.

-Red.

The light dies out, 

Too weak to withstand the truth. 

The open sky pours down despair,

And darkness wins.

-Black.