Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Dusty Shelf

It's the thought, 
Oh it's the thought on the dusty shelf
The one that reminds me how I give myself
Everytime I give a part of me,
All that I am becomes a dream you see
A bleeding plead...

And it all adds up
At the end of the day
It all makes sense 
We all gottah pay
The pain,
The hurt,
It stays
But what I would give to see myself
Taken off that dusty shelf
Taken off that dusty shelf

It's the soul
Oh it's the soul being set aside
To give you your greedy peace of mind
No matter the time,
No matter how gray
You have me every single day
And they can't just make me go away
No, they can't just make me go away!

Take a breather,
Talk it out
Let me drown in your fits and pouts
I'm a fire in this decay
And they will not make me go away
So do not let me waste away

It all adds up
We all gottah pay
The pain,
The hurt,
It always stays
But what I would give to see you
Take me off that dusty shelf
Take me off that dusty shelf

It's the thought, 
Oh it's the thought on the lonely shelf
The one that hates how I give myself
Everytime I give a part of me,
All that I am becomes a dream you see
A bleeding plead...
A silent, bleeding plead...

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Timothy Hicks June 10, 2016 at 10:24 PM Fascinatingly dark. I felt the power through every repetition. Being vulnerable is the only way to let someone in, and discover your true colors. Without taking that initial step ... all the beauty, and all that imagination ... just gathers dust on the shelf. Perhaps you're waiting for just the right reader ... Laura Breidenthal June 10, 2016 at 11:47 PM So true, Timothy. I love your in-depth comments. This is why I post my work here - there are poets here that can truly understand some of the hidden meanings. It's always great to see your perspective. Thanks so much. <3~Laura

Chuck Novotny June 8, 2016 at 3:09 PM I've been absent from reading and posting for quite some time, and i return to find this gem that speaks into my heart. Thank you Laura Breidenthal June 10, 2016 at 11:44 PM A heartfelt welcome back, Chuck! A lot of your poems speak to my heart. You have a unique writing style, with engaging metaphors. Always a treat reading from you, and i am glad that this particular one speaks to you. Will be reading more from your page really soon! <3~Laura

Duke Beaufort May 26, 2016 at 7:22 AM I've been thinking about this subject a lot. One of life's greatest lessons, I now see (although my heart sometimes does not), is that our path is forward. My goodness, how I would like to go back and get taken off the shelf. It is such a pull and tug on my heart sometimes. This poem covers this topic with such finesse. Our hearts do break and putting all the pieces back together is such a challenge. Life can really hurt, but we can recover sometimes I hope and make the best of it. Laura Breidenthal June 10, 2016 at 11:42 PM I will gladly take you off the shelf, dear poet! Thank you always for in-depth, thoughtful and heartfelt comments. You are truly a unique poet with a big heart. <3~Laura