Poetry by Hannah

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In the early hours

Of a fledgling day,

When the veil of

Fatigue and exhaustion

Overcomes my mental state,

My mind begins to travel

To far off places;

Imagining far off spaces.

When my eyelids droop,

I paint their backs

Like a blank canvas,

Gleaming fresh with

Bright paint and bold colors,

Mirroring the image

Of my mind’s eye. 

My inspiration come to life.

Creativity flows

In the dewy morning hours

When all motivation

To pursue said inspiration

Is fleeting with the shadows.

A cruel fate bestowed

Upon those newborn ideas:

To be created, then forgotten

Due to a hazy mental state.

The Inventor, myself, though

Loses out, as well.

That moment of brilliance lost, 

Leaving me with simple thoughts.

Leaving me ordinary.

Leaving me exhausted.

Leaving that brilliance lost.

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"The Man in the Moon"

The Man in the Moon

Is a face so familiar;

A frown at first,

A smile later.

But if watched

For many moments passed,

His eyes slightly shift,

His mouth stirs slow.

He speaks a forgotten language

Of wisdom filled words.

“Hear me!” he cries.

In a loud bellow he yells,

“You will have many loves,

And dream many dreams,

But keep in perspective

The true meaning of things.”

And with his departing words

Full in the air,

His face becomes a sliver

And then, poof!

Not there.

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Sitting alone, isolated,

Reliving the game before.

Hearing voices

Screaming sharp, static words.

“Do better.

Be better.

Get. Better.”

They ring again and again,

Echoing, penetrating, breaking.

“Yes, Coach.

Thank you, Coach.

I’m working on it, Coach.”

My mistakes are the creators

Of the words that I despise:

“Do better.

Be better.

Get. Better.”

“Yes, Coach.

Thank you, Coach.

I’m working on it, Coach.”

The mumbled words

Are clear and definite to my ear.

I see the disappointment

Crawl along the brow.

Every “COME ON!”

Or distinguished harsh growl;

All the time it’s “Unacceptable!”

Soon followed by the always constant

“Do better.

Be better.

Get. Better.”

“Yes, Coach.

Thank you, Coach.

I’m working on it, Coach.”

Every time, pushed deeper,

Echoing louder,

Seeming clearer.

I soon think that “Better” is unattainable.

I think if I try and try

And still need to try harder,

I can never do better, be better, or get better.

Then I remember that I stepped up

In the time of need.

I could have just as easily

Hung my head and walk away.

I do my absolute best.

I become better each game.

I am getting better all the time.

I’ve come this far…

My legacy will not be forgotten!

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