On Its Own

The night fell silent as the moon rose alone

The stars did not come out, they left the moon on its own.

©Maria Michaela

Uphill

The mountain before me is incredibly steep

I have to work hard and dig deep.

My climb is slow, my breathing heavy

Stopping myself a couple of times to keep myself steady.

One step at a time, one foot in front of the other

I’ll get to the top, one way or another.

So I go on, upwards and onwards!

©Maria Michaela

The Night Sky

Every now and then I stop and look at the stars

Always in awe as if I’ve seen them for the first time

I do wish to see the aurora borealis someday

But the stars, they are like diamonds to me

The Stars Keep Calling

The stars, they call

Calling me back

But I cling to this world

Contented at looking up at them.

But they continue to call

Even when I constantly ignore them.

When The Sun Went Down

The day the sun went down,

It never came back up again.

The world was dark say for the stars and the silent moon

But their light was faint.

“Goodbye”, said the sun

And it set forever, never to return.

Here’s To Me

Here’s to all the tears I used to cry

To all the pieces of my broken heart

To all the boys I felt was my end, that I’d die

And all the times I felt falling apart.

Here’s to what I’ve overcome so far

To getting up after being knocked down

To not giving up despite losing the war

Here’s to everything

Here’s to me!

Giving Up, Giving All

Here I am trying to sort this out

Here I am trying to survive

Trying to understand what am I about

And withstand the dive

I often, if not always, get knocked down

I whimper and frown

But as life is like this,

I just get back up again

Lucky Stars

They thank their lucky stars

But I have none of that

I work hard and I pray

I do not wish worries away

I do what I can whenever the challenge comes up

Because no lucky star can ever get me through it, aside from myself

That Night We Danced

He picked me up and we danced away

Shooting stars lifted us up

Away we went through misty moonshine

As the sun rose from the west

Manic

I stumble

I fall

I don’t want to get up at all.
I’m tired

I’m down

No smile to give, just a frown.
Some days it seems I can do anything 

And some days I feel I have nothing

Then I start all over again