Blue~ The End of The School Year

Ah, the end of the school year! Most kids are looking forward to it, but not Blue. End of the school year meant having to be stuck at home. Home, a place she feared to be alone, with her father, all summer…

School ending always meant testing and for three days now she had to take tests that were to show if she was ready to go to the next school grade or if she had learnt all that was taught. Each year at the end of the school year, it always was the same and each year, Blue did a good enough job to pass onto the next grade. This was a good thing because if she had to repeat the same grade again her parents would be angry. Testing days were the most boring and mundane things, as you can imagine. Sitting at your desk for hours and hours, only getting a few short breaks to go use the restroom or get a sip of water, and about thirty minutes for a lunch break. No talking was allowed during testing and you almost felt like you was in a prison. Each teacher stared you down from your head to your feet, watching and waiting as if they were detectives trying to see someone cheat on those tests. It was intense to say the least.

Blue was eagerly waiting for the last school bell to ring, and signal the start of the summer break. As the bell rang, she watched kids with their arms full of things leave and disperse from the school halls. The noise was loud and deafening. The chatter was a mix of happiness, fair wells, and excitement. Often that day was a happy time, but Blue had mixed emotions. She really welcomed the start of the summer break because that meant she would be free to play outside or spend time at her grandmother’s, more than during school days, and she wanted that. Sadly though, that was not all she thought about. She also knew that she would have to stay at her sister’s and then in the evening while waiting for her mother to get off from work, her father would pick her up and take her home. This would give opportunity and confrontations that she did not want, from her father.

With a mix of emotions, she still managed to smile, knowing she would have time to spend in her favorite place, the woods just outside her house. Those woods brought her so many new adventures, so many things to see and do. She really loved having that time, even if she could not stay there day and night. In the woods she felt happy. She had no reason to hide there, no reason to cry, there. The woods were a part of her life she still thinks of with fond memories. Nothing else was as special as her time there. She used that wonderful imagination she had and made a world for herself that was as special as she wanted to feel.

Ah, summer break! Into the woods she would go, to feel safe and happy.

To be continued...

MwsR


    Poem by MwsR

    Trappings

    Trappings of the morning

    Smell of fresh brewed coffee and toast

    Songbirds singing with the rise of the sun

    Linen spread back up over the pillows

    Whines coming from your pet begging to be let out

    A rumble in your tummy signaling the need for food

    Clothes in display inside your closet

    Picking an outfit to match your mood

    Washing the night’s sleep from your face

    Looking for that favorite shoe, all over the place

    Passing hurriedly through your morning routine

    Listening to the music of a familiar tune

    Trappings of the morning…


    Without You~poem podcast by MwsR

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    This is a poem I recorded, please take a listen

    Written by me.

    MwsR❤️

    Poem By MwsR

    Trudging

    Seems like this day is trudging along

    Nothing new, not even a song

    I wish for pleasant things

    Although the simple ones most often spring

    It is okay for me to sometimes sit

    Think about how things often fit

    In my life and I make a decision

    Whether to leave something that causes commotion

    Often we need to recharge

    Take a moment or two, just to ignore

    Things that are hectic, cruel, or unkind

    Things that bottle up on the surface of our minds.

    It is okay to put off , this or that

    I know, it to be a fact

    Nothing worries us more than ourselves

    In spite of our efforts, we are often compelled.

    So perhaps this day that is trudging along,

    Will bring to my mind a pleasant song

    Maybe I am looking at it all wrong.

    Like

    Like a storm from out of nowhere
    Drifting away like a dream, on air
    More scattered than the grains of sand
    But finding common ground to stand.
    Troubles thicker than molasses
    Smears that collect upon the glasses.
    Too much sometimes
    Too little I find.
    Promises that prick you like roses
    People that will leave you in droves.
    Lies without guilt
    Steamy words from upon their lips.
    I’m insignificant
    Though I feel transparent.
    Walking always, somewhere
    But heading nowhere.
    Jokes are about me
    But I’m not laughing, you see.
    Thoughts should be for the things that matter
    Not for hearts to shatter.
    But can’t make it go
    Can’t, you know?
    Life and love intertangle
    Circumstance and perhaps, all dangle.
    Forward just one time
    Backward, when it tries to unwind.
    Feelings…friends…words…and thoughts
    MwsR

    Poem by MwsR

    Rug

    The rug that sits at the front door
    Could never change its job, not anymore.
    It watched as people ran over it in search of something or for a place to go.
    It knew it would never be really important, though.
    It was kind of a place to stop and turn a key
    Or a place for people to wipe off their feet.
    When it rained the rain would fall onto it without hesitation
    Why in the world was this its occupation?
    Some days the sun would smile down as if to say “it’s okay”
    But underneath there was dirt grinding it away.
    No one really knows what this rug went through
    And then one day, it was time for it to go, it was replaced with a rug that was new.
    Discarded as if it never served a purpose or had a reason
    Just used up and tossed out with the start of a new season.


    If people could take a look down, take a notice
    They would start to refocus.
    Because life is to important not to notice everything
    We need to feel and appreciate what all this one life can bring….

    Poem by MwsR

    Smile,
    By MwsR

    She smiled, to keep up the pretense
    Though she herself felt sad and intense.
    She walked, not into a new day
    Yet she ran into chaos from every which way.
    Her heart had let her down,
    Still, her mind would not let her drown.
    She cried, but not for letting others down
    They were not the reasons she carried a frown.
    She wished that she could just run away
    Yet nothing made her demons stay at bay.
    The dreams and wishes she once had
    Now, they only make her sad.
    She smiled to keep up the pretense
    But what she needed was immense.


    Road~ Podcast poem by MwsR

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