Poetry Break #3
I dabble a little in poetry. Usually when I’m can’t seem to sort through my feelings, or when my world turns upside down, I write it all out. It’s my way of release. I wrote this piece recently, after surviving yet another dark cloud.
…maybe that’s the problem
I always feel like I can do and feel and say
Whatever my mind & heart believe.
I tend to go within myself
And forget that you won’t receive.
I don’t have any limitations
When it comes to you
Even though I know what the results are
And that I’ll end up feeling blue.
I just ignore the red flags
My light of appropriate or not burns dim
And maybe, just maybe
…maybe that’s the problem.
But if my words
Can push you far away so easy
Can shut you down
And make you feel so queasy.
Then we are not
At the core what I know we are;
At least, in my mind
What I’ve wished for from afar.
I make no apologies
My feelings, I wear like an emblem.
And maybe, just maybe
…maybe that’s the problem.
Sometimes I want to be close to you
Just to feel you near
Other times I want to slap you because
You always retreat in fear.
I remember, dream, and want too much, I know
But these thoughts of mine
Will not let me let you go.
I will tell you that I’m afraid too,
Of what I’ve become
And maybe, just maybe
…maybe that’s the problem.
~ MAF
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