Content

I wonder what it would be like to feel
content.
To stumble with another yet still feel
content.

I often ask myself why I worry about
so much when I have so little?
I need to remind myself that I have so
much even though it’s so little.

Yes, I know you’re there, knocking
at the door. But I won’t let you in.
I won’t let you in.
I can’t let you in.
Come in.

Why do you always come back?
I don’t understand why and it always
makes me so mad every time you appear.
Although, I believe, it would make me more
mad if you didn’t appear every so often. Please go.

No wait, don’t go. I don’t think I could feel
content without you.
But what is it to feel content?

There are days where my feelings
are too positive for my heart to
handle that sadness decides that
it has been invited to the dinner
table. You, sadness and I.

I want to love you completely but
my feelings get mixed up with
each other and resolves that
gloom and resent is a good place
to always remain.

I wonder what it would be like to feel
content.
To stumble with another yet still feel
content.

Author's Note

Just created a poetry contest. Make sure to check it and submit! :) - Melody x (cheri)

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

It feels soft and meloncally smooth and sad.

[Hope]

Your poem presents the conflicts one usually feels. We almost decide that we won't do sth but at the nick of time, we just do it. This poem represents that conflict well. Just one suggestion though: Some stanzas could have been more poetic. They feel like a simple convo.
Good work Melody!

[Najam Us Saher]

Loved the theme of what makes one contended. I liked the mixed emotions you have clearly expressed.

[wordman]

the mind and the heart,both restless,unsure,but yet somehow on track