Lauren Bielawski's Poetry
Apology
I am not special
I am a human with eyes
Who sees the world with bias and pride
Silence
Dancing in silence is a freedom
No beat
No sound
No rhythm
Directing my body to move
No dancing to another’s tune
Myself included
Just me in an empty and silent room
The Shadow
The shadow is all of my worries and fears
The shadow is what causes most of my tears
The shadow tries to extinguish my spirit
And only in whispers can anyone hear it
The shadow is frightening, ruthless, and cruel
It tries to drown all of us in a dark pool.
To defeat the shadow, you must be brave and strong
By believing in goodness and fighting what’s wrong.
Paper Crane
I am a paper crane
I stand on my own
Head and wings turned upwards
Making up for my lack of color or pattern
Because if I unfold
I become flimsy and dull
A thin piece of paper
With a flat and static form
Fold me into something pretty
Fold me into something sturdy
Fold me into something with a personality
Sloth
How dare sleep
Take me from reality
How dare sleep
Apologize with a dream
How does sleep think
That it could compare
To the sun that I drink
To the wind in my hair
To the grass on my feet
To the sounds of life everywhere
How dare sleep
Claim to be
Better than reality
I am not special
I am a human with eyes
Who sees the world with bias and pride
Silence
Dancing in silence is a freedom
No beat
No sound
No rhythm
Directing my body to move
No dancing to another’s tune
Myself included
Just me in an empty and silent room
The Shadow
The shadow is all of my worries and fears
The shadow is what causes most of my tears
The shadow tries to extinguish my spirit
And only in whispers can anyone hear it
The shadow is frightening, ruthless, and cruel
It tries to drown all of us in a dark pool.
To defeat the shadow, you must be brave and strong
By believing in goodness and fighting what’s wrong.
Paper Crane
I am a paper crane
I stand on my own
Head and wings turned upwards
Making up for my lack of color or pattern
Because if I unfold
I become flimsy and dull
A thin piece of paper
With a flat and static form
Fold me into something pretty
Fold me into something sturdy
Fold me into something with a personality
Sloth
How dare sleep
Take me from reality
How dare sleep
Apologize with a dream
How does sleep think
That it could compare
To the sun that I drink
To the wind in my hair
To the grass on my feet
To the sounds of life everywhere
How dare sleep
Claim to be
Better than reality