The SecretA Poem by ElizabethI'm not sure I want to keep this title. It may be too heavy-handed. Something more subtle might be better. I'm not sure about the way I've done the line breaks either.Today I spent mostly in bed, first trying to shut out the unrelenting sunshine until at 11:38 I finally gave up and tried to read. Anything to get me out of myself. Now I just sit knees pulled to my chest clutching my cell in one hand, heavy like a smooth stone. I'm not waiting for a call, only trying to decide if I should find your name and press Send. You said I should call if I needed anything and I need something but you can't give it to me. The kindness in your voice is my addiction. When I hear your despar at not being able to help or know what to say I feel you reaching for me. It's almost like love, except you slip her name into every conversation. What am I to you? Something in me cries out to let you help me, to ease my pain for the sake of easing yours. But when you ask what's bothering me I can't even meet your eyes. Like the path I walked after midnight along the river until the city gave up on lighting it and all beyond was a dark wilderness, what lies past the point where I confess is dangerous. Would you walk with me or would I continue on alone? My courage fails me and I turn back. How can I tell you? How can I meet your eyes and tell you? It's you, oh, it's you. © 2009 Elizabeth |
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Added on August 6, 2009 Last Updated on August 9, 2009 AuthorElizabethOHAboutI am a graduate student in Ohio working towards a master's degree in English, with a focus on critical theory and African and Middle Eastern Literature. I write poetry when I feel inspired, so it is k.. more..Writing
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