Footsteps

I guess it's time for another poem. There's not really any reason behind this one. I had the idea, and when it came out on paper, I decided I really liked it.

Footsteps

By: Melissa Blume

Footsteps in the sand

trail behind me

the wind makes no effort

to wipe them away.

I am alone on this beach,

yet I don't feel it.

Old memories awaken

as I bend down

to pick up a pretty shell.

I flashback and see another hand

- yours - 

try to pick up the same shell.

We look up, and it's love at first sight.

I still have that shell

to remind me that one day 

there will be two pairs
of footsteps in the sand
and we will be together
finding pretty shells,
not caring
where the wind
might take us.

I believe poems mean something different for everyone. This one in particular could have dozens of meanings. Tell me what you think!

Why I Write

Hello readers! If you are new to this blog, welcome! If you are a former reader of my old blog, Clever'n'Crafty, welcome back!
This blog is dedicated for publishing poems I have written. I love writing poetry, and have been told many times that I am good at it. A few of my poems have a religious standpoint. If you are not religious, please don't take offense by them. I hope to enlighten and inspire people when they read my poems.
To start us off, this is a poem explaining why I even bother. Some of you may have read it from my other blog.

Why I Write

I live in a loud, obnoxious world

an unforgiving world

a world that cannot hear a word

but will condemn you for them

With the silent scratch of my pen

or the click of my keyboard

I make myself clear

through the haze of confusion

I write to hear myself

to make myself heard

to let the world know I am here

and I am not afraid

I write to keep my feelings secret

because the world cares not for them

and they will only be revealed

to those who care

when the world will not listen

I write for when the world is ready

when it will slow down long enough

to hear what I have to say

I care not for the world

though I must live in it

I write for the wish to be heard

for those who want to hear

I write for those who are afraid

to make themselves known

and would rather be comforted

by the words of another

I write to set my soul free

from the snares of the world

I write to pour out my heart

when it is full of inspiration