Do not
waste your time
endlessly navigating
the ferocious tides
of society’s
artificial designs

do not greet
the morning sunrise
with regret or a sigh
as you sell your soul
from 9 to 5
building someone else’s dreams
in a corporate landmine
just to stay alive

do not judge beauty
on what the media defines
to be your primary duty

because truly

your authenticity
exhibits the rarities
and beloved ancestry
of the tree that will lead you
to the roots
that bore your story

why disguise your glory?

do not build
your hopes and dreams
or grand ideals
without first
making a deal with yourself
to turn them into memories
that are real


live out your days
with fire in your soul
grasping your liberty
and building goals
that are brave
and wild
and bold

and know

no matter what you are told
by those with riches to behold
ALL of life is precious
rich or poor
young or old

be humble

when you are six feet under
when your body meets the coal
your story will remain
but not your gold

and when the time comes by
when you must whisper your last goodbyes
to the birds
the trees
and the iridescent skies

may you greet your final sunrise with a smile

because you lived a life so wild
that you are ready
to expire

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photography Tasha Tudor, by Richard Brown

The Boundless Butterfly

The Boundless Butterfly

(A poem written to raise awareness for childhood mental health)

Come, tiptoe through my tangled mind
Where complexity stays
Through wildflower fields
And time-worn trees
You’ll hear my music play

I beckon you with open mind
To glimpse into my wildness
Where doubts and worries
Grace my days
And bedlam brings bewilderment

Imagination knows no bounds
And wonder often thrills me
My thirst for knowledge knows no heights
But chaos often kills me

Misunderstood and vilified
My heart withholds the memories
Of ignorance and edginess
As life became my enemy

I am a child misunderstood
A child of profound stories
A complicated treasury
A sea of endless worries

My mind skips through the meadows
Whilst the rain defeats your days
The butterflies and day-blind stars
Help chase my fears away

My fragile heart is full of love
Though I may never show it
My hand in yours
Your hand in mine
I hope one day, you’ll know it

I may appear unconscious
But inside, my soul shines bright
Come, follow me through wildflower fields
Where there, you’ll find my light

~ © 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photo Source: Three Nails Photography