Impression
Many years holding onto my words,
Studying my heart through every growth spurt he heard,
I never completely understood why,
Constantly studying my eyes,
As if I am any different from the rest,
To use what he's heard to make him the best,
I knew all along yet I didn't want his fame,
I didn't want attention or material gain,
I wanted simple..I actually wanted less,
I only wanted his love and compassion at best,
Sadly I saw his intentions weren't the same,
And I got angry he would use it in vain,
It would never have remained special to him,
He was always too busy looking to win,
Valuing my heart would be last on his list,
And what worth would he have learned in doing this,
My heart was broken when I realized this truth,
And I couldn't come out and tell him this is what you do,
I saw the pain in his heart and the love in his eyes,
As well as the desperate need to survive at the time,
So I held my tongue in order not to see him break,
And prayed God would take him away from that pain,
To remove him from the expectations he held,
To take him away from that self righteous hell,
Because underneath the exterior was a beautiful soul,
That stuck out at me, the one I could never let go,
And if God placed on my heart to hold on and pray,
I would stand by him in spirit anyway,
So I did for a very long time,
I never really left his side,
Some people in our lives make an impression,
That we realize we'll only see when we get to heaven,
So I believe in his mercy and love to be true,
That he allowed me to see the depths of you,
And that this life is only a portion of what we see,
And that that love reigns and rests in eternity.
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2025
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