I’m a rebel!

Yes, I have hopes,
I have dreams,
I want and I desire,
Things I feel.

I may be difficult,
Tricky as is,
To live alongside,
A person like me.

I want, I need,
I must want what I see,
Not unknowing, but known to me,
Reason out all my deeds.

I’m here, I’m there,
You find me everywhere,
You try and hide,
I’m within, there is no respite.

I may be shy, I may be quite,
I’m the red, and the white,
Look at yourself, not elsewhere,
Yes i’m a rebel, you may not like.

Voice out

You listen, talk, sing or scream,
You have the right to voice out.

You dream, you slog,
You cry & you shout,
You have a right to voice out.

My mind is restless, wanting to spill out,
All the thoughts, my heart ain’t about,
You still have the right to voice out.

Hear me out! The pain in etching now,
Hear me now! I am loosing it now.

Time teaches us most of it,
Remember, to watch the ditch.

Silent or violent, a voice is always a voice,
Heard or unheard, will fire the light.

My wishing well

As a little girl, I always wished,
I had the ultimate power, to wish at my will.

I grew up to question, everything about,
Hoping it will answer, all my doubts.

It was my wish, to be heard,
Weather oneself, or a herd.

As an adult, I wonder sometimes,
Is there a wishing well, in our minds.

We wish for something, might come true,
Hope more than a desire, that you do.

I hope I desire, I need this for me,
To raise another, wishing well through thee.