Perhaps I Was a Bit Naive
Perhaps I was a bit naive
when I wrote what I wrote,
and let go what crows I had locked inside.
With some my message was received,
but even then the waters were murky.
Perhaps I was a bit selfish
when I exposed myself so openly.
But I felt the time for sugar had long passed
so I took off this dusty coat and got unmasked.
In a way it was the easiest thing in the world
to put pen to paper, and then sending it off for all to see.
In a way it was like letting go of a million hungry crows.
They were tired of my company
and so I told them "Go far and be free!".
And in another way it was difficult,
for I didn't wanna lie, even if a lie felt sweeter
than honey to my family's ears.
So I told the truth, and the truth was immature.
The fact remained that I had too few years on me.
Too little time on this earth to know it all.
Too little experience to say,
"I know what you're coming from, I know what it's like."
But what in the world does that mean,
coming from someone half your age?
To tell you the truth I feel as though my deepest thoughts
is like some hideous beast trapped in a cage.
You stare at the beast until tears form in your eyes,
but as soon as you unlock the door you suddenly realize,
there was a reason he was caged.
I meant no offense to our famous motto "In God We Trust".
I believe there's something really special behind those words.
Yet I was taught an enemy
who tells you outright,
"I'm coming for the attack!",
isn't half as wicked as the man
who befriends you,
only to stab you in the back.
NOTE: Upon reflection on writing The Golden Standard.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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