A Feast of Friends

Soul cages

We can lock away our emotions,
   we can hide what we really feel.
Memories that are lost are so hard to replace.
We feel caged in, like some animal -
   or some exotic plant.
But we aren't on show, we are "out of style", or
   just plain old fashioned.
We have been rejected, so we sit alone and
   want out of our solitude.
Don't look now, but here comes someone.
It will take them weeks to come, if they come at all.
Don't leave yet, we haven't begun the show.
Our dreams get smashed, like the waves hitting the beach,
   with much force and hatred.
Emotional turmoil, a war against ourselves, rages
   within the confides of our "tough" exteriors.
How do we let out this hatred?
No one knows our full potential.
We're like a bomb, ready to go off in a moment's
   notice, just waiting for the fuse to be lit.
You laugh, a typical response, but what secrets are
   you hiding?
"There are things known, and things unknown and in
   between are the doors of perception."
quote from Aldus Huxley

The sandbox

People can't see everything.
Can we get away from our problems?
   (not without solving them.)
The girls keep jumping rope and
   playing hopscotch.
Where did the days when we used to have
   so much fun go?
We've let it all slip through our fingers,
   like the sand in a sandbox.
Missed opportunities are like doors
   which have been slammed in our face.
We're lonely like that pine tree on the hill.
We've been caught on that sandbar,
   and it's our job to get off.

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