Eva Signoret, contributor
It started as a dream
Tickets and relentless joy
Glorious green and seas
I met me and saw the sheep
Just a half hour away from you and i think:
“Are you my remedy?”
I’ll be waiting
Reading
Sleeping
Keep on believing
Waiting…
What can i say
I paid the price
Up front and didn't even take the receipt
Because that's what it means to me
A life with you
A day of play
A pebble for every thought and not one lost
A shell for the ones i thought of in that moment
I wanted to give one. Leave one with you
A piece of me to you
Hands with rings and a neck with a meaning around it
What should I have said?
Because i never saw you
Not even when i would look up and at you
Because i'm just a kid
One still lost on this floating rock
That we call home
What is there to apologize for
You kicked me out of the door
And never looked back
I haven't decided
But i still cant get around it
The berries and stone walls
The breeze that cuts right through me
I thought: “it must be lonely”
So please don't leave me
There are roses all over this island
And i cant get away
How can I be in this place?
Willingly here to face the storms and go diving
Head first because it's just me
And you were never my friend
What a mess in the scheme of it all?
Don't think you had a chance
To nock any of these walls down
They are clear and all over
Bright and in the open
Where i hide them
Making you wonder is where i see the light
Because that's what this all means
Sick and twisted
Fun and dier
I told them about you
Grinning with fists of fury
Holding my two truths
That's the only way
Way out
To achieve this thing i call a dream
Words are big and have meaning. I wanted to write this poem in mind of my journey here in Northern Ireland and tie in who I am back home. We all have worries, doubts and insecurities. I write to make sense of all the loose and tangled strings in my mind… I hope reading this can bring some comfort of the shared human experience, because sometimes all we need is a reminder we are all in this game… together. I have been writing since high school and being a member of the Poetry and Meaningful Writing Club (PMWC) at Augsburg it was brilliant to find people who also try to make sense of this world through a pen and paper. To all the other kids out there who are adulting and to the adults who miss being a kid.