Negative

Insults keep coming.
I keep breaking.
When will I be strong and be able to take it?
I feel weak
My mind has been corrupted with negativity.
How can I consume my mind with positive thoughts when the negative thoughts become stronger.
Bam!
The negative thoughts beat out the positive ones.
I don't feel like fighting.
Negativity has one and I start crying.

Water

I feel the cold water toch my feet as the tide comes in.
It feels refreshing.
I look off into the distance and see the waves of the ocean.
Some are small and some are bigger.
Another wave hits my feet and a rush of feelings come over me.
I decide to put more of my body in the water.
It feels so good.
The water is where I belong.
It is the place where any water creatuer can roam.
I want to roam and see every new creature in site.
For each one is beautiful.
Now it is time to dive in and discover.
For there are so many wonderful things out there.
The just need to be discovered.

Pain

A jolt of pain goes through my body.

Making me feel weak and scared.

They say pain is only weakness leaving the body

But, When will i feel strong again.

Another jolt happens and I am weaker again.

I guess I have to endure this pain of weakness to become stronger again.

Hope

My eyes are closed shut to the future ahead of me.

I try to turn the light on so I won't run into things, but it is stuck.

I guess the only thing I can do is have hope that I will be safe.

For my only hope is to have a little faith.

Left out

I feel left out of the pack,
But I will make my own way now.
I realize I am supposed to stand out,
And inspire the world.
So let me take off these wings and grow mine own.
For I am flying to my own place not another one.

Shower

A sprinkle of power comes out from me as I face my biggest problem.

A sprinkle of love comes out when I help someone in need.

When the facet is turned on all the way, a shower of water pours out filled with joy.

I have been filled with a whole lot of happiness and will sprinkle it onto others.

Wall

The wall is white as if nothing has been on it.
I look to find some chalk to write on it, but there is none to be found.
Then a boy comes in and becomes my muse.
The thought of needing chalk disappears.
The wall is filled with writing by just his appearance.
He is an inspiration.