If you want to know the real me,
come and meet me in the wilderness
when my thoughts have run free.
Meet me in the moonlight
when all I'm left is an empty head,
any remnant of creativity has fled.
and I'm just aching,
withered laying on my bed.
You will still see sparks.
The well is never dry
just sometimes takes
a little longer for the darkness
to step aside.
The real me is on these pages,
in the stained ink
It's in the linked
thoughts that sometimes
don't sync, it's in the twisted imagery
that flickers insanely across
my minds display,
It's all a part of me.
the good, the bad,
the clever or slightly mad,
the weakness
and the strength
to fight each and every day.
Come and meet me on the rverside,
or someplace beside the sea
because that is where my thoughts reside,
where they are pulled
by the strings of the moonbeams
like the tides of my dream oceans.
Sometimes it's like staring
directly at the sun, eyes burn
and the colours run,
but they flicker with emotion.
other times it's a dim lick
of a candle in a faraway window.
but the flame never goes out
just sometimes needs oxygen
to feed it, make it burn brighter.
I'm all the bits and pieces,
the hopes and fears,
the scraps of memory,
the faded visage of previous years.
Precious days mixed with emotional rains,
that fizzle gently in that empty
space between my ears.
Moments of pain and happiness
blended with the now
and so many yesterday tears.
I'm slightly aloof when my mind
is whirling through its gears,
I sometimes struggle
to keep up with my thoughts and fears
as they float up to the roof.
I may be quiet, I may be distant,
but I’m always listening intently.
I'm not everyone's cup of tea,
that's fine, I can only be me.
But get to know me deeply
and you'll see warmth, that flows gently,
a smile always sitting trying to break free
and a heart that cares for those around me.
Thanks for reading
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