Emily's poems

Trouvaille

I continue my drifts into this life's corners
As I stitch together the pieces to form order
from the confusion and chaos that rattles my mind
there has to be an answer that I will surely find
To embrace the experience that we are all in
is one that leaves a trail from our footprints
it lasts as we lead the next gens to follow
as we make efforts to paint colors in this hollow
Our connections we hold dear are so beautiful
I believe in a deep, warm love that is musical
my heart is longing for new adventures out there
there's no turning back now... time to leap in the air
Such immersion is found in the moments we write
these treasures and gems are small stars so bright
Who is nice? Who is kind? Who can help us through?
the more you search, the more that emerges to
My years of being on this Earth have taught me
that this is difficult and scary, but I yearn to be free
I value my many friends that I come across online
these people I connect with are amazing souls that shine
How much can I know? Will I ever see better days?
If that grass is greener, then my past self parts ways
I feel the heavy pain that I endure to evolve
these problems are complex, but they can be solved
My thoughts brew with all this as I keep gliding through
these swamps and forests that are so peaceful too
Our surface tensions between each area we meet
have to calm eventually, slowing down on the sleet
The vortex spiral that we get caught up in
is very confusing, and lots to battle within
Why do we pressure those to be like us in the rain?
What is the point of having nothing to gain?
the identity that we are searching for is inside and out there
so it depends where we look as we continue on this path bare
who we are inside, regardless of how we define,
is the same under a roof that we call divine
Amidst all this noise that blares in my skull
the silence is a peace that feeds me so full
the art we create enhances the experience
of this empty life, the family we have is so brilliant
I find light in this darkness through many small stars
this is the part that makes us who we truly are
Another day of treading in the murky waters
trying to cool us down when life gets hotter
I long to visit the snow up in the mountains
to slide down a sled and witness the spurting fountains
it teems with life, such a spiritual escape
to a world we gaze upon with such a wide gape
let us continue as we climb higher to that place
those higher realms are what we do chase
Our past shadows that loom will fade from memory
the way forward is home, to rest from this journey
To conclude this poem of such generosity,
let our visions gain clarity so we are able to see
so much of our broken shards are a part
the fractals that build our renewed hearts
and all of us that are finding our purpose
to wake up every morning and ccontinue on our searches
I hope tomorrow will bring us a new dawn,
as we find answers in this great meadow of a lawn...