Oh America....

 Oh America...

I cant breathe America

From the darkest night

To the brightest of days

I suffocate under the hatred

Oh America, I cant breathe

 

I cant remember America

From the smallest law

To the larger legal impacts

I see the freedoms dwindle

Oh America, I cant remember them all

 

I cant count America

From the smallest wrong

To the largest injustice

I lost count so long ago

Oh America, I cant count the wrongs

 

I cant choose America

From the Democratic Party

To the Republican Party

I turn my back to both

Oh America, I cant choose to be divided

 

I cant speak America

From sarcastic remarks

To more serious debates

I might cause offense

Oh America, I cant always filter my words

I cant think America

From the tiniest thought

To the largest ingrained belief

I am incorrect in every one

Oh America, I cant think like you desire

 

I cant be myself America

From my personality

To my personal choices

They are there for your critique

Oh America, I cant follow your design

 

Oh America, let there be peace

Oh America, let there be freedom

Oh America, let there be justice

Oh America, let us stand together in respect

Oh America, let us speak aloud

Oh America, let us think critically

Oh America, let us be ourselves

© 08/26/2020 Emma J. Willden

The Beating Drum

A silent drum beats thru the night

It beats to a rhythm we are all too familiar with

It beats to the beat we cant outrun

It beats the sounds of life

We hear it from time to time

We realize the meaning

The depth hidden within its beating sounds

Yet we continue to dance

We dance to this beat

We dance with smiles, and laughter

Brushing off its imposing lies

The lies we choose to not see

Then it stops, the beat freezes

In place, in time

In those moments we realize

That we cant dance along

We look to see our hands bound

Our lives gone

That which we cherished, that which we took for granted

Gone, unavailable, forbidden, and lost

We cry out in fear

We cry out “its not fair”

Yet we used to dance

We continued to dance, and
let this come to pass.

© 07/27/2020 Emma J. Willden

Afraid to Stand

We stand here

We talk, we chat

We gossip and we converse

Yet we stand here.

We see the past

We understand our present

We know the potential future roads

Yet we stand still.

We know that our future is at stake

Our freedoms hang in a balance

As chaos becomes a tug a war

However we stand silent.

We complain, we vent

About the complications of our current state

Yet we don’t move,

We stand frozen.

We pretend its okay

We pretend things will work out

We hope for the best,

Yet in fear we struggle to stand.

We fear the world

We fear offending others

We fear to breath, to walk, to speak

We sit down to watch.

We watch our country

We watch our freedoms

We watch the changes

And we choose to do nothing.

© 07/27/2020 Emma J. Willden

Time

I count down....
years....
months...
weeks....
days...
hours...
minutes...
seconds...

I hold my breath, and wait.
I wait to breath, and to know.

I speculate...
who...
where...
when...
how...
why...

questions that roll in the mind.
questions that wont roll off my tongue.

I look for...
a place...
a time...
a moment...

For that moment I see you again.
For that time you hold me again.

My thoughts race
my heart beats
the hands on the clock tick
it all continues on...
the sun comes up
the sun sets....
yet you are gone.
your smile is hidden in memories
your smell is on the tip of my senses
your laugh echoes hallow in my mind

I count...
I wait..
I speculate...
I plead for time to fly

© 07/12/2020 Emma J. Willden

Inside

Inside

Poem by : Emma J. Willden

Poem created on January 24,2020

I break

I cry

I scream


So loud that not a sound is heard



I smile

I lie

I laugh

I fake it, trying to believe it



I walk

I pause

I sprint

Running from the things I can’t escape



Do you see?

Do you know?

Can’t you understand?

I hold an avalanche at bay



I smile

I support

I uplift

Yet inside I just might break



I wake

I look

I see

The reflection of a stranger



I try

I stand

I fall

Who am I, where am I?



My hands shake

My lips tremble

Yet they see me,

They ask questions I can’t answer



No tears

I echo

I struggle

Can’t let them fall, not now.



I cradle

I support

I reassure

I must remain strong, steadfast.

© 01/24/2020 Emma J. Willden

Porcelain Heart

Porcelain Heart

Poem by : Emma J. Willden

Poem created on November 18,2019

We break inside

Like porcelain glass

a heart so fragile

so easily destroyed

yet deep inside I fight

I fight my unknown battle.



Looking deep within

My heart once made

So elegantly, with love

Carved to porcelain perfection.

I discover this heart shattered,

One too many times.



With needle and thread

You and you

Believed to sew it back

Yet don’t you know?

Don’t you realize?

Porcelain can’t be stitched together.



Inside I ache,

Bleeding from tragedy.

I find that deep inside

I fight on my own.

I don’t fight to fix the cracks

I fight to remain me.



The porcelain is shattered

Creating a knew dilemma within,

I discover something knew

Something strange

I feel the porcelain change

Transforming into something dangerous.



Something more deadly

Then the broken porcelain within

I fight this transformation

Knowing that there is no turning around

No changing the past

Charging head in I see.



I see the porcelain cracks

So deep, so ridged

Filling with ice, with stone

Cutting me off

From emotion, from feeling

Freezing me from within.



Standing here,

Looking within

On the once perfect porcelain

I find a battlefield

One of pain, verse numbness.

Back and forth they go.



Each advancing on,

Each gaining and losing ground.


© 11/18/2019 Emma J. Willden

Back Together

Back Together

Poem by : Emma J. Willden

Poem created on November 14,2019

We bleed, and we break

We stumble and we crumble

Yet time and time again

You ask me to stand

I question you

I question me

I question life

I wonder why

No matter how far I fall

Despite the crumbled pieces

Time and time again

You put me back together

© 11/14/2019 Emma J. Willden