I awoke from a dream that had entered my soul
and pulled at my heart til I cried
I stopped at a realization I had
that I had to live life, not just live to survive
So I climbed out of bed and I sat on my own
thinking and pausing and thinking some more
Wanting an answer for something unknown
But finding more questions; so I stood from the floor
Then I sat down to write you but knew not what to say
My fingers lay calmly and still on my keys
I tried to find words but found tears on the way
for things I had done, to you and to me
What can I say to make up for the past?
The fact that I loved you, and never let you know
What can I do to feel happy again?
Admit my mistakes, learn from them, and let go
I want to be bold, make life worth it again
Tell everyone just how I feel in my heart
Would you listen? Would you know, that I meant every word?
Or would everything I know simply all fall apart?
I want to feel better, not pessimistic and low
But something is holding me back it seems
I somehow how found words to the letter I sent
But the lack of response still lingers in me
So here I sit now, still wondering how
I can make my sweet dream come to life
Yet wondering is part of the answer I feel
as it gives me the strength that I need to get by
But is getting by all that I want? No, No!
I need to be living each day instead
And loving each moment, and feeling each breath
as it brings hope for a future that I dreamt in my head
Hope for a future where I'm not alone
Hope for a future with beauty and truth
Hope for a future that is all my own
Hope for a future with you.
PonchoMeg: The Modern Bohemian's Poetry Spot
I hope you enjoy reading through these poems. I write them on the spot as inspiration hits me. Occasionally I will post a few old poems of mine as well. Please comment!
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Hippie Girl
Hippie Girl whips her long, wavy hair into the wind.
It twirls about her cheeks like ribbons of golden light...
I watch her dance and spin across the beach
and I wonder...
"What gives her such freedom to just BE?"
And then I think: "I want that freedom in ME."
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