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There Is...
Let’s Paint a Picture...I’ll capture your mind
A dirty river ahead, such beauty resonates,
Echoing peace it gives off in the distance.
An inspiring, powerful song you take in;
with such a moving tune that makes you want to dance.
A mysterious, ominous pathway
who show strength and courage to walk on through,
rays of light off beautys sunset, colors fading off the wind,
shining through its natures meadow, beauty we can all relate too.
A child neglected, covered in marks and abrasions,
deprived of love and warmth.
A chance that children will grow to become them,
It’s all they know they don’t know their own worth.
A faded, narrow, darkened path to guide you forth,
striking anger along its way for it was a devastating betrayal.
A struggling family, you would never known, for their views on life are love,
It’s meaning is worth more then any dollar sign or label.
A power inside us all, beneath our rough hard shell,
That we can use within our brilliant mind.
A woman stricken with pain beyond belief, afraid of Light’s white brilliance
She fears of death and what’s on the other-side.
An electric storm ahead, then suddenly
twisting, spiralling wind makes way
A creation of chaos, what's also known as a tornado.
A girl that only knows herself as perfection,
Though deep inside she is losing her greatest battle.
Death surrounding us, for we are born to die,
survived with reason, logic…common sense,
So take in life's wonders and at your own pace
A shadow we all portray, only to be seen,
if light grows dim in some darkened place.
A child born, never to experience a single cry
or even a breath, no future, its sole purpose is to die.
A moment in everyone's life
where you must set aside your views and beliefs,
open your mind and for once…
just listen to someone's reason why.
A homeless man, soaked in urine with torn up clothes,
All he wants is his story heard,
Yet his outer self only pushes everyone away.
A strength within your voice in all of us,
that can be loud and will be heard,
when that time comes,
make known those words you tried to say
A memory we store in our brain,
a blessing or curse?
A struggle we all go through in life,
making us a strong person,
there is always someone on the otherside
of the world that has it worse
Rain after the storm, that smells of natures mystery
and painted its faded rainbow in the sky,
the rarest beauty for all too see
Wonder in life itself, like a bird in a picture
this black bird has made its nest in such common places,
A beautiful Oak tree
Paintings on a wall full of sadness and despair
this painting is of a man on a chair
with such heartache in his eye
Many men at work, you'll know by their sign
As he makes the walkway a safer place, he only asks you to let it dry
A luminous light that flickers to look like its dancing,
resembling much like a candle for it wants you to stare,
in return it will gift you a black dot
A time where we need to put all our differences aside,
Then ask ourselves if that's the way we want our future taught?
A child born deaf, never to experience a single sound,
for all he will ever know is his senses,
I think that's worth more then any sounds
A girl born into darkness, with her senses to guide her,
not realising such senses can be her greatest imagination
that holds no bounds
Joanna Ryan-McDonald
A dirty river ahead, such beauty resonates,
Echoing peace it gives off in the distance.
An inspiring, powerful song you take in;
with such a moving tune that makes you want to dance.
A mysterious, ominous pathway
who show strength and courage to walk on through,
rays of light off beautys sunset, colors fading off the wind,
shining through its natures meadow, beauty we can all relate too.
A child neglected, covered in marks and abrasions,
deprived of love and warmth.
A chance that children will grow to become them,
It’s all they know they don’t know their own worth.
A faded, narrow, darkened path to guide you forth,
striking anger along its way for it was a devastating betrayal.
A struggling family, you would never known, for their views on life are love,
It’s meaning is worth more then any dollar sign or label.
A power inside us all, beneath our rough hard shell,
That we can use within our brilliant mind.
A woman stricken with pain beyond belief, afraid of Light’s white brilliance
She fears of death and what’s on the other-side.
An electric storm ahead, then suddenly
twisting, spiralling wind makes way
A creation of chaos, what's also known as a tornado.
A girl that only knows herself as perfection,
Though deep inside she is losing her greatest battle.
Death surrounding us, for we are born to die,
survived with reason, logic…common sense,
So take in life's wonders and at your own pace
A shadow we all portray, only to be seen,
if light grows dim in some darkened place.
A child born, never to experience a single cry
or even a breath, no future, its sole purpose is to die.
A moment in everyone's life
where you must set aside your views and beliefs,
open your mind and for once…
just listen to someone's reason why.
A homeless man, soaked in urine with torn up clothes,
All he wants is his story heard,
Yet his outer self only pushes everyone away.
A strength within your voice in all of us,
that can be loud and will be heard,
when that time comes,
make known those words you tried to say
A memory we store in our brain,
a blessing or curse?
A struggle we all go through in life,
making us a strong person,
there is always someone on the otherside
of the world that has it worse
Rain after the storm, that smells of natures mystery
and painted its faded rainbow in the sky,
the rarest beauty for all too see
Wonder in life itself, like a bird in a picture
this black bird has made its nest in such common places,
A beautiful Oak tree
Paintings on a wall full of sadness and despair
this painting is of a man on a chair
with such heartache in his eye
Many men at work, you'll know by their sign
As he makes the walkway a safer place, he only asks you to let it dry
A luminous light that flickers to look like its dancing,
resembling much like a candle for it wants you to stare,
in return it will gift you a black dot
A time where we need to put all our differences aside,
Then ask ourselves if that's the way we want our future taught?
A child born deaf, never to experience a single sound,
for all he will ever know is his senses,
I think that's worth more then any sounds
A girl born into darkness, with her senses to guide her,
not realising such senses can be her greatest imagination
that holds no bounds
Joanna Ryan-McDonald
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