In Quiet Slumber

We sail the ocean blue on a breeze the color of joy.
Under candy flavored clouds we dream deliciously of peace –
our bellies full of hope, pure and serene.
Not knowing where the journey will lead, we care precious little,
as long as we can sleep and dream.

© Cindy Chance (Written 2006 & Revised 12/23/11)

Splinter in the Wind

I wish that I could curl up inside myself over and over

until I become small and unseen and protected as if in a shell,

but soft and light like a dandelion.

Then when I fall apart I could float on the wind to a new place unknown to me

and where I am also not known.

I could sink into the moist earth and be reborn—stretching,

growing ever closer to the sun—

until the world once again becomes too much to bear

and I splinter in the wind. 

© Cindy Chance (Written 2006 & Revised 10/14/11)

The Power of Words

I embrace me as I do my writings, reserved and unsure.
Though oft times the amateur, easily read and dull,
there is a spirit to us both and raw truth aching to be understood.


Ashamed of who I am in these unstudied moments,
ashamed I tend to be of all I write.
But this is me in these emotional, unpolished expressions.
This is me when the mask drops and I am acutely aware of my short comings,
my hopes, my fears, my loneliness.


Written words hold the power to express a side of me I’ve hidden so long
that no one knows it’s there.
A side I forget about too until my secret self is revealed and I live,
if only in written words.
 

© Cindy Chance (Written 8/7/06 & Revised 12/17/09)