The Other Me

As I study my reflection
I see a little girl so sad
A grown woman who tried
And a person who's half mad
If only I could reach her
I'd dry her every tear
Tell her I've known her trials
And show her I'm still here
She's staring back at me
As if there's something left to say
We've had this conversation
She just tells me to go away
I'm only a constant reminder
Of who and what she's become
I know her pain and secrets
And where they all came from

©S. Austin Vincoski

To Live By

Have empathy for a stranger

Their a friend you haven't met

Don't grow a hardened heart

Forgive your own regret

Never live beyond your means

Provide enough to share

Gather your loved ones close

May they always know you care

Pay homage to sacrifice

Appreciate that you are free

Strive for better for everyone

Be the change you want to see

©S. Austin Vincoski

A Place For Me

Where there is sunshine

And skies are blue

Where there are rainbows

Colored in every hue

Where my candles glow

Throughout the night

Where the stars will shine

And the moon is bright

Where I drink my tea

And I sip my wine

Where my poems are written

Because I really am fine

Where dreams come true

In spite of fate

Where we are all free

To choose our mate

Where children smile

Are loved and thrive

Where disease is cured

And our loved ones survive

Where unborn babies

Are the human race

Where none are homeless

And home is our place

Where there are no borders

Or any walls or war

Where we all have our share

And no one is poor

Where generations unite

Both senior and youth

Where the powers that be

Speak only the truth

Where there is no bias

And the world is at peace

Where our earth is beautiful

And extinction will cease

Where there is a place for me

This is where I should be

©S. Austin Vincoski

Released

Casting my lots while terminally alone
Mourning my now disillusioned throne
Fate had deemed me a families disgrace
Oh, how I long to punch God in the face
Chaotic silence is engulfing me
Released is all I could now wish to be
So six chambers are methodically full
With a metal trigger that begs me to pull

©S. Austin Vincoski