Unexplainable Heart

was there ever a time where u didnt know how to feel?

what words to even say or what feelings to conceal?

emotions u didnt want to hold and the things u say are cold 

some days its not easy to turn the page

thoughts of being trapped in a cage

scared to even move but eager to run

days u sit there wishing it was done

no this mess aint fun

 

sitting there wondering if its easier to speak

clawing to get away but ur feeling so weak

off in a corner with complete devastation

words unspoken with no contemplation

hopes and dreams failing to come true

so many things i still have to go through

before i open my heart to the pain

frozen emotions and a cold soul i blame

is this just a mind game?

 

emotions still trapped and a heart still broken

giving up is an option but not whats spoken

curled up in fetal position on the floor

eyes dried out, puffy and sore

this isnt how i imagined myself to feel inside

but this happy place inside me completely died

i cant seem to find these emotions in me

blinded by confusion i will never see

will i ever know these feelings inside of me??

 

by taneia j. nelson
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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May 18, 2011 at 12:17 PM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Taneia. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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May 18, 2011 at 9:34 AM
Nice write Taneia.
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May 18, 2011 at 9:26 AM
Hi Taneia. When you find the time please read three of my poems. "Behind the Counter...", "I Need Help", and " What A Ride". Your path is real, but life is full of paths. Be selective in the paths explore and the ones you hold on to.
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