Choices

there is just so much I want to say

and if I pull on this stream

of mindfulness,

will the letters crumble

through this pen

onto parchment

and with this tender travail

surrounded by doubts and inadequacy

I know that you know

and yet, I could not bring myself to divulge

the undeniable,

this truth

we savored enchantments

relished in rapture

and still, I stood firm

masking my semblance

of being so sure,

I never learn

scrambling to catch butterflies

in the midst of a fire storm

lost sight of what I most desired

you ...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the truth can be like an elusive butterfly...but sooner or later we capture it in our words...and i think the words are never easy to make up when we are trying to ...they come on their own accord, when and how they want to....but eventually they do. And as you say in the poem...sometimes we figure out too late that we wanted someone...and we never acted upon the feelings...they just come out later in a poem...
j.

[Alisa Js]

Yes, you are correct.. sometimes in the moment, insecurities abound...

you blink, only to realize years have gone by... and your heart still feels the same, it never changes...

now, to live and breathe in the words we pen.

Wishing you well.

Alisa