The familiarity has grown Inside and outside of my own. The noise so distant Yet still so poignant. I feel it move a little at first dawn It goes to rest with my first yawn. The path took to reach this Despite all the joy and bliss. Once it was so light so free Now it sits like a boulder inside me. My heart stone that was made Look how much had to be paid!
Once upon a day My heart began to sway. I couldn’t tell whether to try Or give in to an obvious lie. I wished upon a moonlight sky Without any particular notion as to why. Inside I started to feel myself unravel It was like a kid skinning their knee on some gravel, Oblivious to the blood that starts to show But knowing that it hurt a slight bit though. Content though to ignore it all for the play, We adults also do things this way. Not noticing or taking heed to the scars and marks We keep getting hurt the same each time we embark. Till one day we fall down and something clicks Maybe it is the words, or maybe the licks. We finish our story in a twist Like suicide can result from cutting your wrists. Permanent and final it will be When it’s over or you mend There will be an end.
There is a hole Where all the spillage goes. Where it all flows down The crap that comes from frowns. It’s not clear where it all goes But away from me is all I know. No stopper can keep it all in one place Just like emotions can change a person’s face. Along the way down things start to break apart Changing forever, the compound, the heart, Never to return, any more pain Like a person’s internal drain.
Behind those glances And second chances A person’s heart can feel your thoughts. Beyond the exterior criticism, There is still a delicate prism, To their soul. Between the right and wrong they’ve done There is a hurt loved one. Below their guilt and shame, Lies pieces of a shattered frame. A piece that fell this way and that Some people won’t take time to find where they’re at. Beside their conscience, they keep in touch with day to day, It is their own deep prison they create that keeps them this way. Because that one person took a second glance, And gave them a second chance, They will rise back up Their hearts will start to pump. By the way, you treat them now, Will dictate theirs how. Believe in them once more Time to be a forgiver of the mistakes they once bore. Life is an ever-changing thing Try not to make it sting.
If I looked better than I do now The world would still let me drown. If I made lots of friends not foes True friends would be all I know. If I lived in a nice place It couldn’t change what’s not erased. If time stayed still for me The heartache would still be. If my waist was fit and trim I’d still see through this person created film. It does matter what we think is enough It’s not what the world thinks and all their stuff. To be true to who you are Will eventually recover every scar. Let yourself be and be happy It’s a poem about realism and isn’t sappy.