Signed, Sealed, Delivered

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

A Poem by M J Moore

The insides of my head



When the world stops spinning,

Who will be there to break the fall?

I don't want to lean,

I just want to be folded--

Enveloped, wrapped

Tagged, ready, for packaging


When the ride starts to slow,

Who will be there for the backlash?

I don't want to snap,

I just want to be held--

Grasped, clasped,

Punched, like a timecard, to put on the wall


When it all falls apart,

Will there be any pieces left?

To gather and glue--

To sort and replace?

Or will I have to start anew,

And fracture all over again?

And who will I give it to?

This package of me?

© 2008 M J Moore

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Good questions. We all wonder what our place is, where we fit, and what will happen when the lights get turned on dont we?

Posted 1 Year Ago

I really enjoyed this one. It had a great message in it and it was a very well written poem. Great Job MJ :)

Posted 2 Years Ago

This was a heart warming poem that left you kind of sad. I liked the style in which you wrote it.
Kelley Frost

Posted 10 Years Ago

Someday, someone will be very lucky to be gifted with the "package of you" and until that day, we (your friends) will help you to see the beauty everyday in all those little pieces! :) We'll even help you put 'em back together. I love you MJ! This piece was wonderful, such a great tone, and the message, was perfectly conveyed.


Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on March 1, 2008


M J Moore
M J Moore

College Station, TX

I want to be different some days. Some days I'm perfectly happy and content being me. I think in third person. I don't like to cry. Only 2 people can make me cry. I tend to strike out when I'm sad o.. more..