pen and paper
Sunday, July 02, 2006
I try more
to do
before I have a chance to
think
too hard on whatever it is
or whatever direction
my spirit moves me.
But more often than not
I continue to remain still.
And while my insides cry out sincerely
I outwardly continue to perpetuate this mask,
to disguise the truth of the matter.
My truth and all that matters
to me.
Why?
Because no decision is an easy one.
Because no amount of pain can be avoided.
And because, though I don't like it,
I'm use to this feeling.
Rejection
to some a devastation.
To me a familiar constant that
I've learned to deal with.
Ignoring the knots of intuition
that prevent appetite.
I know
I know I don't want to
But I know
And there's no stopping what must be done.
Running just makes it worse.
to do
before I have a chance to
think
too hard on whatever it is
or whatever direction
my spirit moves me.
But more often than not
I continue to remain still.
And while my insides cry out sincerely
I outwardly continue to perpetuate this mask,
to disguise the truth of the matter.
My truth and all that matters
to me.
Why?
Because no decision is an easy one.
Because no amount of pain can be avoided.
And because, though I don't like it,
I'm use to this feeling.
Rejection
to some a devastation.
To me a familiar constant that
I've learned to deal with.
Ignoring the knots of intuition
that prevent appetite.
I know
I know I don't want to
But I know
And there's no stopping what must be done.
Running just makes it worse.
posted by *LadieFire* at 6:07 PM
1 Comments:
The poem is hotness and I can tell its intent was simply to express and not impress. Nevertheless, thanks for sharing.
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