Vulnerability at 12'o clock

I was challenged by a well meaning fellow writer to place more of Me in a poem, more emotion. This poem and events therein are true and this was the first thought that came to mind. Hope you enjoy.

Those eyes,

I remember them,

I saw once before the same light

in a passing, fleeting moment.

Should I tell you how

How I sang and serenaded the stars

After I heard about your heart’s one love?

For all the joy!

It was the same as mine!

And that time,

You know,

Over the table,

Across the LCD screens

and mumbled scattering of keys.

I looked, you looked

And I smiled, well…

I practically glowed,

And you shimmered.

Oh waterfall swamp me now!

I can’t fathom the deepness!

It scares me to possibly think

You are her.
What if you are?

Could you bear to see my scars?

My lies, my hatred, my filth, my loathing,

Or my wounds that I bore for 20 years?
I want to hide that all away, but even though…

I’ve been rescued and had a heart, a mind, a soul transplant…

This person you see…

Isn’t me.
Left to myself I would be right back to where I was.

That’s the truth of it all
So I hope you see, perhaps you do,

That this guy in front of you

Is honest and reliable

Author's Note

I wrote this, with no rhyme purposed, so if you do see some please realize that this isn't a lock-step sort of poem.

Reviews

[Midori]

Vary nice indeed, I can totally tell you put your heart into this poem. Vary well written.

[Victoria Scott]

WOW this is beautiful Jonathan! This has YOU written all in it! (is so proud)