Let’s take a look at what is
The light is too bright and it’s near almost night
That’s the best I can do, just a rhyme or two
In this tragically worn out mind.
I am torn all between what is and what should
Or should I say what could? But it probably can’t, oh I know it
Still I hold till it shakes and that smoked mirror brakes
Through the torn bits I see, all that is.
There’s no rhymes for what is
It’s just horror and empty
Empty fields where the flowers should grow like in dreams
How it snows and they still blossom close!
But then there comes the storm
Of the real and the scorn
And the wind moves us back
To the mirrors that cracked
So I look, and I see
All that should be!
But it’s only when storm takes us back to the trees.
Chinwe Okonkwo is from Suwannee, Georgia. She enjoys writing and acting and has dreams of becoming a professional screenwriter.