I am Mariah

I am artistic and unique.

I wonder who I am; who I see staring back at me from the murky water that is my soul.

I hear sobbing in my mind.

I see pain and hurt around me.

I want to be free of all desires that bind me to this earthly prison.

I am artistic and unique.

I pretend the world is well.

I feel the pain of the world in my soul.

I touch the smooth velvet of my teddy bear’s nose.

I worry for my friends, my family and myself.

I cry when I feel pain bound up inside of me and see others with the same bundle of madness and shortcomings burdening their back; my back.

I am artistic and unique.

I understand that no one’s perfect, everyone falls short.

I say that love is kind, understanding, and gentle.

I dream of making a difference, of marking my place in this world.

I try to do my best at everything I do.

I hope for acceptance, not rejection, hurt or anger.

I am artistic and unique.

Run Little Child 

Run little child, run.

Run away from the terrors of night.

Run away from your fears

And maybe your nightmares won’t come true.

Shh little child, shh.

Be quiet now, do not cry; do not be afraid.

It was only a dream.

Come into the light; they can’t hurt you now.

If you do not sleep, you will not see the dangers of your dreams.

Pray little child, pray.

Pray that the terrors stay in your dreams of night.

                                And your joy stays in the light.

Pray that you won’t be tired and will not sleep.

Pray that you won’t collapse, but will run.

Run away from your fears and

Pray for the light of the sun to shine down upon your face.

Laugh little child, laugh.

            Your nightmares are afraid.

Sleep little child, sleep.

Run to joyous hopes and dreams, as your fears fade away.

copyright Mariah Lichty 2009

A Love Like No Other
The wind,
The rain,
The lightning,
The thunder.
That’s what it felt like.
A storm.
There was no other description.
So wild and untamed.
A love like no other.
The excitement.
It tasted like a blade,
Bitter.
The electric feeling,
Shocking.
No other word to explain.
Clouds, enveloping the mountains.
In one word,
Beautiful.
It was the greatest feeling on earth.
The best thing in the world.

This Game We Call Life

She is a friend.

You are not.

She is loyal.

You are not.

I trust her.

I don’t trust you.

But both of you will live.

Life goes on.

It never stops.

Our life is like a never ending book.

It is being written as we speak.

It is important.

It will always be important.

You may not be my friend.

You may not be loyal.

I may not trust you.

But I care for you.

Because, whether I like it or not,

You are part of my life.

You have helped me get to where I am today.

You are just as important to this story as she is.

You didn’t kill me, you made me stronger.

Everyone is important in this game we call life.

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The sun rolls over the clouds,

And the birds sing their songs,

You are crying,

Because here you don’t belong,

Rain pours onto the sidewalk,

Darkness just seems to go on,

You are crying,

Because here you don’t belong,

Leaves falling in brilliant colors,

Peaceful, while you walk along,

You are crying,

Because here you don’t belong,

White ice blankets the earth,

Chilly days are so long,

You are crying,

Because here you don’t belong

Everyone has a place,

But you don’t fit and it feels wrong,

You are crying,

Because you know you don’t belong.

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Two heart beats,

Yours beating with mine,

My arms wrapped around you,

A feeling so fine,

I don’t even know you,

Yet your presence bring me joy,

My tummy growing larger,

Holding a girl or a boy,

I love you already,

I can’t wait for you to see the sun,

But for now I’ll just hold you,

While our hearts beat as one.