Able to be taken either of two ways, with equal accuracy:
Talking to the fled, or soon-to-be-fleeing lover, whose principal complaint is that you cannot open up to her (when WILL they understand that we simply aren't wired that way??), O-O-ORR...
From the last line, plus one capital:
"I hope, Lord I pray, to let you know/ You're always on my mind."
A plea to One whom YOU have fled, to continue His patience yet a while longer.
A beautifully open and heart felt piece, you pen the fear of failing to vocalise all you need to say to express yourself clearly. The repeated lines add a humananity to the piece as if you are working this over in your mind going back and trying again to pick your words carefully and realising you will never succeed in giving voice to your feelings although with this poem I think you nailed it. Keep em' coming
The picture is so beautiful and a perfect match for your powerful yet vunerable words. Its often difficult to expression thoughts and feelings but sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and go for it. Hopefully everything turned out well for you
I'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger..
looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare
I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..