FearA Poem by GoldenOneAn ode to moving on, and growing up.
Day after day, and night after night,
I sat in my head and I painted. I would paint, and plan, and paint what I planned until I would undoubtedly change my mind-- and paint over it. Then I met you. Suddenly, the faceless picture lurking in the forefront of my mind, began to bear your sweet resemblance. Each conversation and dimpled smile became a clean stroke of my brush, and however hard I fought against it, the colors seemed to carry only your face, until you and my idea became undeniably one. I used to swear up and down that I was afraid of losing you, of you never knowing how much I respect you, and of you walking out of my life as easily and gracefully as you entered, Leaving, however unintentionally, this dusty and maddeningly still life in your wake. I used to tell myself I was scared to death, of not being good enough to deserve you, of never getting the chance to say the long rehearsed monologue I had prepared. Instead of waiting patiently for you, I scribbled furiously, almost ripping the paper, as if the colored pencils and insecurity could tear you out of the page into my arms. But now I think I'm just afraid that winning you won't really heal the brokenness in my heart, and I see that there are problems even you can't fix. So I'm throwing an old tablecloth over this one, because staring never made anyone fall in love. Deep breaths, a brand new canvas. I pick up my brush. © 2011 GoldenOne |
StatsAuthorGoldenOneAthens, GAAboutI am a sophomore at the University of Georgia, studying math and physics. more..Writing
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