UnknownA Poem by Rosauro BrillantesThis is not my poem. It belongs to a person I met just once, and never again. She let me have one of her poems that she had written, and after I had read it, I was touched. These are her words.
Sitting with knees drawn
and words muddled mind caught - wretched between 2 seconds in the past + 2 seconds in the future. Maybe if I stay still for long enough, the smokey gauze will clear. If doing good and being good were within the same realm + held the same consequence But unfair as it is, the benefits are there for for those who choose to reap - not those who hesitate; unsure; doubt their worth. How far can encouragement take you. And how much the more is pure, raw, skill - talent - luck - I've tasted luck. Bittersweet A slight gloss of shame, for being able to deceive (for being able to project) They call it the Imposter Syndrome I need a plan I need a structure Something I'm going to build. They say pacing is important (I CAN'T FALL BEHIND) Poem written by C.Y. © 2011 Rosauro Brillantes |
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Added on June 27, 2011 Last Updated on June 28, 2011 AuthorRosauro BrillantesGuelph, CanadaAboutEmbarking on a journey to search for something or someone special. more..Writing
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