SHALLOW WATERS

Never, though I search, do see -
another that is just the same.
Another filled with fire..
Flames..
Depth of intensity.
Never when they says it's true -
"No I'm not shallow -
I'm quite deep" -
Do I dig down into the marrow -
to find but shallow pools.
Let the waters rise -
Let the waters fall.
Consume me, don't exhume..
I long to lay down all the walls -
To fuse one soul from two..

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jacob Clifford]

I LOVE the style here. Hardships define who we are. In my experience, they can make us hide inside ourselves, blocking out everyone. We've learned to do it as a defense mechanism, but there's that one special person for whom our walls can't help but fall. That person who calms the storm. It's easy for people to take one look at someone they don't know and judge them. What people see when they look at us is just the tip of the iceberg.
(P.S. Terribly sorry if I completely misinterpreted your poetry - I'm quite good at doing that)

[M. L. F.]

Hi.. long time no see :) Yes.. You are spot on for the most part and with everything you said.. I utterly agree.. This piece reflects frustration. A theory of mine that my personality type has such unusual need for intensity, intimacy, and depth that perhaps it makes finding the right person, that one, all the more difficult. And a growing theory that I need someone of my own kind.. or close to. I always appreciate your reviews.. Thank you. :)