For Those with Weak Voices We Fight

Down we were pushed

With only questions left to cushion our fall.

Abandoned we felt.

Those who once cheered us on now looked upon for our defeat.

And at their feet we did briefly fall.

But no more.

Now we stand tall.

This is our comeback.

This will be our victory.

Twisted words they did spew.

Fear they did try to push.

But the truth of our spirit is stronger than their fist.

Within ourselves we find the strength needed to lift the world from its fallen hope.

For those with shaky voices and those who struggle to share,

We shall take on their causes.

Our voices united.

Their causes supported.

From the rooftop, their message shouted.

The world shall hear.

No more will they fear.

For those who fought for the weak’s defeat shall be the ones that are beat.
©Elizabeth Rockhill

Temptation and Resistance

One night upon a vast black sky you came to me.

Up above the stars were so scintillating.

Within your eyes, the need for love was so gravitating.

To resist you was to hurt you.

To give in to you was to help you.

You needed this, but I would resist.

I mustn’t want you.

You shouldn’t touch me.

We mustn’t move past the sacred borderline created within our minds.

Forever would never last if we tried to be together.

You speak of how you breathe just to hold me.

You plead to me how you yearn to consume me.

What we so frantically want can never be had.

To take the first step would be a leap from a cliff.

Our only time together must be suffered apart.

Only from the distance would our eyes ever be permitted.

To give in to you would release me.

To resist you would save you.

You reach for me, but just past your grasp, I would always remain.

To say goodbye I know I should try.
For your love and passion I should refrain.
Jumping off the ledge would bring so much pain.
But like rain falling from the sky, that leap was never mine to deny.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

Wouldn't It Be a Dream

05/29/1995

Wouldn’t it be a dream if we woke up one day with an attachment of wings?

Like a bird in the sky, we would spend the whole day in flight.

On a breezy summer day

with the sound of crashing waves

the scent of freedom flowing in the air

the world lays just waiting

So free in the sky

That’s what we would be

Wild and free always in flight.

High up in the sky

The colors in sight make everything seem right.

The visions we see just seem to speed by.

The sounds that are heard are unreal in all form.

The view from up there is magic in the morning.

But in the morning my flight will take rest because my eyes will open wide.

For all this will be only in a dream.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill