Timothy Hicks Poet Prose Poetry

Overgrown Spiel Part 2

I'll never know what it's like to work hard and long as my dad does just to keep a roof over our heads and good food to eat. I'll never know what it's like to have asthma and be sick all the time (I'm too preoccupied thinking of how everything's just perfectly fine). But is it really... or is that just another well designed mask? Can this horrible feeling in my gut ever really pass... or just get pushed down until it's barely visible? I don't wanna leave you, Reader, with lost and lonely feelings (and if those ugly feelings start to simmer I take no offense in you deciding not to read the rest). Truth is you can read this overgrown spiel of mine and go about your day just fine (it could be thoughts for you to chew on for a spell... or it could not). You can leave a comment, like it or just scroll down to the rest of your Newsfeed Page. See how someone's cat is doing or read a funny joke one of your friends said. It's your life. And this is my life too (I only wish I had taken better care of the things I said). There's no turning back now, only moving forward...



P.S. This poem doesn't make much sense without first reading Part 1. So please only read this AFTER reading Part 1. Also I don't want to go into details about what inspired this. But pretty much it's about someone whom I really care for, that I unintentionally wronged over Facebook. Also it's a shout-out to all the people that mean a lot to me, but don't mention my appreciation often enough.

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Timothy Hicks April 15, 2013 at 1:04 AM Thanks all for the kind and considerate comments. It's something that happened a while ago, so I'm over it now. One of the rare times where it felt absolutely prevalent to write about it immediately...

Lucilla Carrillo April 14, 2013 at 10:27 AM Timmy; I don't know what you really did so bad, we all mess up at one time or another. It is normal we are not perfect. Forgive yourself first and apologize. Time takes care of things. Many blessings for you...... Lucilla

Therese Bacha April 12, 2013 at 3:04 PM I wish you a very good luck, i am sure if an apology would happen, forgiveness should be enough for you. If not keep trying until you get a response to be able to forgive yourself and try to move on either slowly or just forget the issue and move on for your own good. Love Terry xo

Dinda Minardi April 12, 2013 at 8:49 AM Well it is a sad situation, how your words could wrong your friend's feeling when you just want to express yourself and your imagination. I hope u can work things out. Nevertheless, a well said diary.

Richard Lamoureux April 12, 2013 at 8:04 AM The longer you live the more words you will wish to take back. Based on my experience a private apology works best. I hope you work it out with your friend. Your poem shows your remorse and empathy for those who are close to you. This is a perspective many people fail to gain so you are well on your way to building a meaningful relationship honoring life