Lost and Found

Sometimes I get lost. Buried in my own anxiety and fear. But then when it clears, the girl I remember rises to the surface again. It’s like she was hiding from the parts of me that she doesn’t know. The parts that strip her of her freedom of self. But when she rises to the surface, she is beautiful, strong, confident and calm.

– C.A. Sullivan

The Smudge

In the corner, sits a smudge
It’s been mocking me
And will not budge

I try to erase it, with no such luck
It lives on my paper
Running a muck

I try to cover it, with illustrations a glow
But it’s there underneath
All the colors in tow

For it lives on my paper, forever a smudge
Bothering me greatly
With its hiss and grudge

I want it go, as it steadies its stare
Silently mocking my words
With nothing more but a glare

On and on, into the night
My smudge remains
And continues it’s blight

Then I realized, why it won’t leave
It’s because my dear friends
The smudge is me

– C.A. Sullivan

The Sun’s Sacrifice

The orange sun sets,
Kissing the oceans edge,
Calming it’s unsettled waves,
Healing it’s lonely tears,
Warming it’s cold heart.
It’s not without sacrifice,
That the sun soothes the ocean so,
For she is swallowed up each night,
Taken from her place in the sky,
And drowned in the sea’s misery,
Until a new day,
When she can rise,
and shine again.

– C.A. Sullivan