I thought I was finished writing
tonight
and then I realized
I still love you.
I thought I was finished writing
tonight
and then I realized
I still love you.
I can live with this now,
I know my limits,
standing alone is ok,
I don’t any longer yearn
to be known,
well to be seen is more like it,
to have a place,
where I don’t feel walked past,
but I do exist,
I’m real in everyone’s eyes.
In a good way of course.
Sitting in the theatre
trying to watch a movie
the guy in front of me kept talking,
and I took it personally.
I got up to move just to make my point,
found a seat closer to the stage,
a podium in the way,
I sacrificed a comfort level,
in order to avoid a reality.
I could still hear him
in the background,
watching the play cover the stage.
and I began to wonder then,
it wasn’t ever about me,
it was his way of enjoying a show,
he was lucky to be there at all,
fortunate he had a friend to help him,
help him live his life at all.
We sometimes forget there are reasons
we have discomfort and
and
and it’s usually our responsibility
to find a way to measure peace.
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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