Francesca Martin Poetry

With magnifying glass in hand while pacing my bedroom,
I try to recognize familiarity
My security, my seclusion
My whole self
All seems foreign through exploring eyes
I am failing to hear the color on the walls
That speaks in shades of a pink, alien tongue
A tint that seems to breathe youth
is now struggling for air
I can’t see myself in the pictures hung across
as I stare into a distant semblance holding poses
And in the corner-what holds my imagination
Does not fit my body-cannot mold to the curves
The warmth once provided fails to cover me entire

I think it’s time for a change
I think I missed what I became
I think it’s time
Move on
To live today

Poet: Francesca Martin