Reflections

Reflections

A Poem by not_quite_there
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Free Verse, About the confusing parts of life, and how people perceive themselves...

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As I look at the sun sinking below the shivering horizon,

I think about my life: the feelings I’ll never admit, the changes I’ve made,

and the thoughts chasing each other endlessly through the recesses of  my mind…

Some people may call it awkward, strange, uncanny

The way that I am.

The sky it darkens, dusk in the twilight,

A million pinpricked spotlights all singling me out.

I know I’m a kind of my own. What kind that is?

I don’t quite know.

For a second I know. I’m absolutely positive, I’m sure.

The reason a heart breaks, the perfect words to say, the dead left unbroken,

the crying girl alone on the bench, the couple who stares blankly across the table

never quite meeting their eyes.

Not arrogant, no. They come to me. They tell me their souls.

Holding the hands, catching the tears, knowing my dearest’s most personal fears…

The creatures emerge. It is that nocturnal time.

Surrounded by life, yet crowdingly alone.

The silence taunts me, challenges me so.

When it comes to me, I suddenly don’t know.

Who gets my soul and where does it go?

I feel this is my moment, and I begin to let go:

“I, too, feel an emptiness, have secrets in me”

Broken and saddened and nobody knows.

How will I save me if I keep it as my own?

“Peacemaker”, the water echoes back,

“No”, I say, “not today, today is mine, I need this as mine”

Suddenly the silence invading my depth begins to expand

And explode like a fireworks show. It’s killing my ears.

I’m losing my heart?

Tell me, please tell me.

The sun rises and burns my very eyes.

I’ll stop and go back to half wearing my disguise.

I look at the reflection on the water’s edge.

Never quite lost, and never quite found.

I wipe off my tears, leave the bench on its own,

And silently I walk all the way home.

© 2011 not_quite_there


Author's Note

not_quite_there
please tell me what you think. I feel like I have a poet it in me. I'm just not sure how to coax her out.

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beautifully explained,nice efforts, read mine too " QUEST OF LIFE".


Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on September 30, 2011
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