I'm as tired as all get out. My house is a jungle gym of cats or so it would seem since none of the three let me sleep last night. Bastards. I spent some time at a coffee house tonight and got to lay down and clear what was in my head.
Past Masses
My feelings
can still be hurt.
I can still over-react
to imagined slights
against me.
I would like
to outgrow this.
Move beyond that
which holds me back.
How many ways
can I describe my imperfections, yet
I've been told & I believe
we are humans,
perfectly imperfect.
Actions speak louder
than words and
this is easier said
than done.
How wide is my scope?
How deep is my breath?
How long does it
take for me to
sort out
useless complications?
To let the past
ease its way in to
the disappearing landscape.
There's to much
commotion in my head
to concentrate
on simple truth.
This is a test,
this is only a test.
Who's stronger now?
Me, my peacock self.
I like myself
more than I did
back then.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment