Poems and Poetry

Marlena Nicole Guzman

Going In | A Poem by Marlena Nicole Guzman

That little room in the corner,
That little room where they hold your hand but move so quickly,
every time I enter a flush of fear runs into what I know is coming,
Swift,
It’s fast,
I cannot complain about their brevity,
they’re good and practiced but now it is my turn again,
again and again,
in and then done!
I always wake with the dizzy confusion but standing comfort that for
today…it is done,
what had brought me to this?
Electric shock for my mind but devastating trauma to my soul,
Until tomorrow then

Little Boxes | A Poem by Marlena Nicole Guzman

When I was young I found my thoughts wandering,
I found my mind adrift in the simplicity of heart beats and
exhalations,
I found the dawning and falling of the day astounding, how inspired my
fancies were, how light, how silly,
These were the passings of my tiny world, limited by the extent of my
imagination
Bound by nothing but the limitations of what could not be fathomed,
Was I not better?
How unpoisoned my dreams by the stifling world of the grown ups and
their perceptions and disillusions of conformity,
Little boxes,
Little boxes that shrink with age, trapping the fantasies and
suffocating the life of limitless possibilities.