The Question Remains the Same ( revised)

how can we have anything of substance

how can we think we'll ever be?

walking away, I left that part

bearing the fate of each unbalanced wheel

unspoken commitments 

restrained

the promise of those two hearts

through laughter and pain

one was a champion, the other a doe

running each time love came close

 

you knew me when disaster was my middle name

scatterbrained haze,

spanning fields far and wide

now, we have nothing to hide...

Reviews

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:: wow... i'm startled by this piece, dear alisa... :: i think that i relate to it a lot... :: for me, though, the mystery remains... a lot is left to uncover... and the innocence sparkles more with familiarity... (i experience less and less of contempt with time)... :: the rough edges become less rough and more graceful... :: one sort of starts with hip-hop maybe and then cruises towards a waltz... :: but what do i know...? :: maybe it's not the same for the other side... maybe there's nothing but contempt... and it wears a mask made of an eerie silence... (one that has crushed me more than i care to admit)... :: your poem is going to linger in my psyche for a long, long time...

[Alisa Js]

Aloha serah,

Thank you for stopping by. You have been on my mind lately... I hope everything is ok...

This one is a work in progress.

Alisa ;-)

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:: you're very welcome, dear alisa... and thank you for your concern... i'm alright... just struggling with the chaos in my life... and unable to express it in words... but i do think this is a temporary phase... (as is always the case :P)... my words will eventually find me... :P

[Alisa Js]

Thank you for letting me know. Sending you thoughts of comfort and tranquility....

...from this side of the Pacific.

Alisa ;-)

[Alisa Js]

And thank you for your comments and time. I do appreciate them and you.

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:: thanks a million, sweet alisa... i value your presence in my life immensely...