I was going to write a poem—I had all the words—
As soon as I could put it all on paper
Yet the poem never found a home in which to stay
For those short moments as I lost my way
Impressions marked my heart
But I have let those details fade
Accidentally and purposefully
As the world continues to spin too quickly 'round
What I remember is how I am my better self
When I can love someone with more of my heart
There is something transformative, enlivening and exciting me
When I am hopeful of being beloved
Words come more easily and I feel
More confident
More lovely
More of who I am at my core
I was going to write a poem
About how falling in love is scary and beautiful
It is partially written, but I think I'll keep on falling
And get back to writing once the walls are finally down
Falling in love takes all of the poem writing time and energy. Maybe that is why so many are about falling out of love. I liked your last line about the walls!
ReplyDeleteThat time and energy are what make the difference, I believe. Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteShoot my comments haven't been posting either! What I wrote last night was that this was my favorite poem you've ever written <3
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I'm sorry you're having issues too! We will beat this system though. :)
DeleteAlso, I am so glad you like this one! I rewrote it a few times, and that is so not like me.
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