She Be a Poet: Glittered Aura

Caught in mindless trivia the air begins stink,

I find my soul is fading, tilting, nervous, on the brink.

Deep breaths, I emerge from negativity, own air, it seems to work,

The foul inside banished forever, be gone, tip toeing, you lurked.


It took soul-searching to find you, instinct whispers you are there,

I breathe you out, no drama or dramatic flare.

Dark grey hue, you are smoking, fuming at my nerve,

Glittered aura replaced you, shining brighter, this is love.

@Michelle Sotiriou 2014

She Be a Poet: Optimistically Unhappy

Optimistically unhappy an unusual way to be,
I know there’s something waiting, waiting for me.
How do I try to reach it, I wonder what it is,
I know if I stop trying, I’ll miss my moment of bliss.

Optimistically unhappy, sunshine on Monday, Tuesday, complete haze,
No two days are the same, this life, complicated maze.
Tip toe around each corner and yet I want to run,
My feet itch, impatient, puzzled yearning to overcome.

Optimistically unhappy, hanging on, the weakest rope,
My finger tips are burning, constant reminder to elope.
Optimistically unhappy, it’s happiness I seek,
Why let go of this notion, optimistically, I will find it next week.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

She Be a Poet – In My Room

I hide in my room from noise I can’t bare  to hear,

I close the door, my own company near.

I talk to myself sometimes, is that weird?

Maybe so but who will know.

Solitude it seems is my true friend sometimes,

My choice so no one else to blame.

I hold myself captive, locked away,

My cell is a room full of books and dismay.

To break out would mean I would have to face,

A world which is harsh, I don’t want that embrace.

Time is ticking, the clock is slow,

I wait for the hand that strikes,

To awaken my soul.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014