You Already Know
I'm not great.
I'm not extraordinary,
But I'm okay knowing that
Just as long as you
Love me
For being
Who I am when I'm
Discovering who I am
And how I cope.
I don't work with metal;
I don't work with wood.
All I have are my words,
Spoken in
Hopefully, a poetic way.
I speak and I speak,
But when I write,
In a way,
Nothing gets spoken.
I'm not motivational;
I'm not inspirational,
But as long as I
Move a wistful soul
From time to time, I'm good.
I'm cold,
Scared,
Confused,
But it seems
I'm running out
Of time
And people to talk to.
I want to speak
With my words, but
It seems only my
Ranting of how I'm
Stuck and lost
Gets my point across.
I can send your mind
In a spin;
Only because
I am constantly spinning
With overindulgences
Such as
Being loved
And even hated.
I spin from giving,
And, in return,
Being spun some more.
Puzzles compose
Every metaphor.
Time-
Power-
Love-
Effort-
Trust-
Life in general;
Only, I tend
To put pieces
Where they belong,
Then come to discover
That, later, they grow
And start to mesh.
I don't know
If, looking back,
I'll only see me
Waisting my time
Or looking over
What helped me through it.
I couldn't tell you
That everything I cherish
Will be there
Or even here tomorrow.
The ones who understand
And know more
Of me than I do myself
Are the ones that
Keep me spinning.
So, here is me speaking.
I feel as if
I'm looking through
A narrow telescope
That is covered
On the other end.
I see
What I choose to see,
But what's that to
The world?
They don't have the time
To keep up
Or slow down;
Just
Going their steady pace
Until they find the time
To waste it.
I wish,
I hope,
I wander,
But no matter
Where I go,
I only see
That I'm finding nothing.
My mind
Is tired,
But my emotions
Are ready to fight.
Bring it on;
I can and
Continue to take your shots.
Take me-
Hold me in your arms
Until I'm safe
And fall asleep...
Maybe when I wake up
I won't be scared, confused,
Torn and lonely.
Maybe I'll wake up and realize
It was a dream and I'm safe
Because you are there.
I'm not great.
I'm not extraordinary,
But you know who I am
And love me for it.
Copyright © Josey Portas | Year Posted 2007
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