Just Me
I came out in the real world
To reunite with my soul I once had but lost
To reach out and feel your world
Of which I was once part of those you loved most
I came out in the open
To remind you of my past
A past I never wanted to happen
A past I never wanted to last
It is easier to forgive than to forget
Or cease repining from my visceral offense
But it is never my personal end not to regret
Hurting the hearts of my believers and friends condensed
By now I am like a flower defoliating
And have aged because of the past
But I'm still here standing and contemplating
After long years of silence, being an unbearable outcast
My words are not enough to make up
But the one good person you once knew is still inside of me
It is with honesty and sincerity that I showed up
Came back and still have a good grip of my real me... just me!
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022
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