Fact is, there are times I yield to emotion.........
In all of the directions of what you want to tell me Comes anything that looks better in motion Although I am torn by the reasons I try hard to project Fact is, there are moments I yield to emotion
I can relax out of earshot of any kind of danger That does not scatter or burn anyone else Yet I am not meaning to remember Why all the hours acknowledge What I don’t know, ‘cause I won’t tell myself
Acceptance, my sweetheart is a difficult thought Believe me; I know what has to be done While held under the watchful eye Of the hand tightly holding Love’s gun
"Believe me; I know what has to be done While held under the watchful eye Of the hand tightly holding Love's gun." It's like you know exactly what you should do, exactly what needs to happen, and you are coming to terms with the fact that you cannot be ignorant to the fact that you MUST move forward. I think many of us feel this way sometimes, but we don't always want to believe it. I'm glad you wrote this, because there is a small part of myself that I saw in this poem.
You are right, acceptance is difficult because we have to learn to accept people's flaws, faults, imperfections, and so on and in turn they have to do the some for us. Nice poem :)
Spoken truely with acceptance, could this be ironic? Emotions spread over this like Holy Water, at times this ice cold, but yet it has a strong beauty..
Hmm I wasnt sure if this was beautiful...or scarey :) Well either way, I like both and I liked this..."hand tightly holding Love's gun" was my favorite...well that or "what I dont know, 'cause I won't tell myself" was a pretty close second.
The things we can not see are the hardest to believe in... and love is at the top of that list... our mind can try to deny its existence but the heart can only try for so long.
It's hard to accept anything resembling love if it's being used as a loaded weapon. I particularly like the last three lines of the second stanza; time will always call me out on what I choose to ignore. I am enjoying the latest metamophoses of your writing, Neva, and admire greatly your facility with any voice you choose.
After I had my child, as you can imagine, I wasnt the size that I used to be (I miss my old Shakira hips), and it was hard for me to accept my new body. I did work out and yes that helped, but I did not feel the same in my own skin. I thought I was unattractive to everyone, including my husband; however, this was not the case, but it took me a long time to realize that. This is what the poem reminded me of and I truly thought this was beautiful, Neva. You really know how to make a girl think back and remember painful, yet necessary memories, so I can remember that I accepted myself for the way I was! 100/100
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