Flying through wonderland.
Snow falling in the deepest parts of my mind:
a wonderland that will never be left behind.
Feelings swirling like a blizzard.
And I'm done pretending.
Flying through wonderland,
I realize it’s exhausting
pretending that I was never in that place,
that the past is truly the past
because it isn't.
I would be lying if I said
that wasn't the best five years of my life.
Ups and down
that would make the tallest mountains jealous.
And here I am:
Alive,
Inspired,
Strong,
Determined,
Loved a thousand times over.
Flying through wonderland,
I gaze with wide eyes.
The people back then have moved on,
Reminiscing alone
When I want so badly to yell,
“Remember when we couldn’t live without each other?
Remember when our lives revolved around
Everyone in the group?
Our lives were twisted together
And we went along with the ride,
Jumping off at different spots
Until none of us remained.”
Flying through wonderland
with parachutes,
Diving off one by one.
The memories are vivid,
The feelings of belonging somewhere,
Of being accepted
For who we truly were
Instead of who everyone else wanted us to be.
Changing in our own ways,
But always dragging everyone along.
Something shifted along the way
And everything we had built up as a group
Fell from our grasps with no grips.
Flying through wonderland,
We landed in different scenes
But always kept each other in mind.
Talking a few sentences here and there
Every couple months
Reminds me that those five years
Are not forgotten.
That even though we've changed,
The people we were back then
Will always be a part of us
No matter how hard we try
To pretend to be someone different.
Flying through wonderland.
Snow falling in the deepest parts of my mind:
a wonderland that will never be left behind.
Feelings swirling like a blizzard.
And I am no longer pretending.
~nikkie may.
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Without Sight (poetry volume one)
Poetry[Poetry] A set poems I wrote in a time of great spiritual learning, growing, and maturing.
