I wish I could say

I wish I could say

A Poem by Lydia Waldock
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Just some thoughts

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I wish that I could say all that is in my head
Fear for the misunderstanding is not the case
I don’t know what goes on in my head is the issue

I have been disconnected and respected as such
My limbs and body are not mine
I wish I could describe the feeling of living life through fantasies
At first glance it’s sweet but where the ground hits the feet don’t land softly

Aimlessly avoidant hallways
Trees that look too familiar are seen as such enemies
A little too observant
I wish I could say in what ways I am halted
I wish I could say how much I love you
I wish I could say it’s all alright
I wish I could say it wasn’t like this
That this is not the end.

© 2020 Lydia Waldock


Author's Note

Lydia Waldock
I free versed this, wrote in a state of emotion haven’t thought twice about it. Sorry if it’s junk

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The words, never said dear Lydia. They will burn our soul forever.
"I wish I could say in what ways I am halted
I wish I could say how much I love you
I wish I could say it’s all alright
I wish I could say it wasn’t like this
That this is not the end."
The above lines. I wished I had said to kind lovers. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Not junk at all. It very well expresses the situation of those who feel deeply but have difficulty expressing those feelings. My only suggestion would be to rethink the last line of stanza 2, especially the last part of the line. I think I know what you're trying to say, but it comes across somewhat awkwardly.


Posted 4 Years Ago


I enjoyed the feeling of this write. And it linked in my mind with the words of a great writer. "The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. But that's not all. The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried; they are clues that could guide your enemies to a prize they would love to steal. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things ... and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.” Stephen King

Posted 4 Years Ago


Nothing is Junk , the good thing is you let it out
That's what count

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Lydia Waldock
Lydia Waldock

British Columbia, Canada



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21 year old lover of poetry even bigger lover of writing poetry some trash some gold. life's tough might as well make some art more..

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