Please hear me
I heard you and spoke your words repeatedly so that they would affect me
I have felt so much hurting and so much rejection
but in you I find my reflection
sometimes partially,
but there I am in you, If I could just be more intwined
then maybe I could be more flexible with life when it bounces against me
with it’s sharp edges instead of rubber
I know I am stubborn and won’t allow myself to be comfortably knocked down, But sometimes I wonder if this stretching is for strength
and what of love
can I get from this?
My heart aches for answers
Why is it that there is always some hurricane brewing, stewing in the back?
Some attack that is plaque to living?
I wonder…
I do not know and it is in the uncertainty that I call you…
This call waiting…
requires patience…
But I am anxious and you tell me not to be
You are consistant with this theraphy
but I NEED to see
I need to see something happening
from the swirl of worlds colliding
my heart is still compliant to your direction,
I am looking for the instructions on the back of the box
but look theres a book
half opened, half read, fully ready…
but am I ready? How come it takes so long to be,or is it that I am only eager for confetti lips and rhetoric?
how foolish that I would try to make sense of chaos
when essentially I am the very chaos I seek knowledge on,
How can I self diagnose? how dare I attempt to be so eloquent and ignorant at the same time,
Really how great am I?
Then I realize…
I need you, you have always been the one I trusted with all the details,
without you…where is that?