Silently Cry......

I sit here and silently cry
For I feel life is passing me by.

I may smile and I may laugh
But that is not how I feel, not by half.

Inside I am just a giant mess,
Am told it is nothing but stress.

Not a soul truly sees,
The pain is bringing me to my knees!

Every choice and decision I second guess.
But how can I do anything less?

I have no idea what to do. 
Where am I going? Not a clue!

I am just wondering aimlessly along
Feeling like no where I belong.

Who am I and who am I meant to be?
Does anyone know? Please tell me!

I am tired of being lonely.
Tired of looking for my one and only.

Tired of being so cold and numb.
Tired of being treated like I am dumb.

Inside I have a heart of gold
It is not something that can be sold.

To the right person it will be given freely.
To the right man. I promise. Really.

Loving me is not ever going to be easy.
Not for the feint of heart or queasy.

But will be well worth it to the one in the in the end,
To take this heart and make it finally mend.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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De La Keur Avatar
July 20, 2009 at 2:23 AM
This screams you......Leerie
Goff Avatar
June 6, 2009 at 8:09 PM
heart-on-a-sleeve emotion... well done again! Kristy! Jim
Fraser Avatar
June 6, 2009 at 2:24 PM
Kristy, another gem - i hope your heart mends soon>James
Poet Avatar
May 30, 2009 at 2:54 PM
thanks for sharing such an intimate piece of poem that we all can relate to at some point of life. keep going . cheers
Devonshire Avatar
May 29, 2009 at 6:19 PM
Wow, I can really relate to the feelings you describe, Kristy. In our darkest hours we can be haunted by the feeling that life has passed us by. The search for "the right man" continues and the absence of his presence in our lives can certainly leave us feeling empty, "cold and numb." You paint a very accurate image of depression and longing. Love, Carolyn
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