A poem by my niece, Bronwyn, who I am sorry to say I have never had the pleasure of meeting. Perhaps one day I will be so lucky.<\/p>\n
~ Tripwire<\/strong> ~<\/em><\/p>\n I grasp for memories as they fall before me,<\/em> Steam blocks your face,<\/em> The maze I’ve built around my mind,<\/em> Tears come too fast for my liking,<\/em> I’m not witty or clever,<\/em> I count my blessing<\/em> Smiles that cut.<\/em> \u2018Tis no secret of mine, I swear,<\/em> I hope you enjoy Bronwyn’s work as much as I do. While you’re here, look around, other poetic pieces are strewn among the chaff.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A poem by my niece, Bronwyn, who I am sorry to say I have never had the pleasure of meeting. Perhaps one day I will be so lucky. ~ Tripwire ~ I grasp for memories as they fall before me, Like grains of sand too small to see. Little things now forgotten, Oh whatever could […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3783","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3783","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3783"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3783\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3783"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3783"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3783"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n Like grains of sand too small to see.<\/em>
\n Little things now forgotten,<\/em>
\n Oh whatever could they be?<\/em><\/p>\n
\n I cannot see<\/em>
\n Whether or not you look at me.<\/em>
\n I find it odd but say nothing more,<\/em>
\n ‘Cause you’re closed behind that door.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Guards me from clear thought.<\/em>
\n With layers wrapped in meaning,<\/em>
\n But too obscure to unbind.<\/em>
\n Where do I reside in my mind?<\/em><\/p>\n
\n But I shed them with a smile.<\/em>
\n They betray my weakness,<\/em>
\n But also my pride.<\/em>
\n Because I gave my tears a name.<\/em>
\n They are called “humanity”<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Nor light as a feather.<\/em>
\n I’m not gentle, nor meek,<\/em>
\n More like a freak.<\/em>
\n I view the world as a two-sided mirror<\/em>
\n Not blind to the pain and horror.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n And mock those who don’t.<\/em>
\n I accept those around me,<\/em>
\n Whatever floats their boat.<\/em>
\n I prefer the cold of reality<\/em>
\n to the solidarity of the mind.<\/em>
\n And whether friend or foe,<\/em>
\n I treat you in kind.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Words that bruise.<\/em>
\n What has anyone got to lose?<\/em>
\n “An eye for an eye.”<\/em>
\n That’s what they say.<\/em>
\n Will it save anyone at the end of the day?<\/em>
\n Smashing glasses, breaking plates<\/em>
\n Heated words and twisted fates.<\/em>
\n Pains that run around in circles.<\/em>
\n Lies that cease to have an end.<\/em>
\n I can no longer see around that bend.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n That I wander without a care<\/em>
\n Going left or going right<\/em>
\n I wander on my hands at night<\/em>
\n I close my eyes and see the world<\/em>
\n Dancing feet that never twirled<\/em>
\n Catching clouds inside my fist<\/em>
\n Such thoughts I cannot resist<\/em>
\n Bleached tears adorn my face<\/em>
\n I cheer for those that lose the race<\/em>
\n Crying second, laughing first<\/em>
\n Nothing seems to quench my thirst<\/em>
\n None too far do I see<\/em>
\n For all the others ahead of me.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em><\/p>\n