The Voices in my HeadOnce Again...
January 5th 2007 21:16
Pain makes its way slowly
onto your window panes
and I look away.
I am sorry for it but
it cannot be undone.
I would take it back in a moment...
in a second...
now.
To take back the truth I told.
As I brace myself and look again
into the windows of your soul,
I am startled.
Watching adoration unfold.
The reflection of me that used to be
the foundation of my
confidence,
the reason I liked who I am at all
is gone.
In its place, a shattered image
of truth and realization
My mind goes blank,
fearful of your knowledge.
Finally, I think to myself...
"At last, you see me."
I breathe a sigh of relief
and know,
because of the truth
exposed
that you now see...
it will not be long,
before you're over me
and the pain I caused.
There will be new
to replace the old.
The oldest story ever told.
*********************************
I tend to write sad poetry when I am in a great mood. I will be doing the most ordinary thing and a line will make its way into my mind and for the rest of the day...that's all there is. It's all I think about until I sit down and write it out.
The line that made itself known in my mind today was something to the effect of,
"I like the reflection of myself in the windowpanes of your soul..."
I loved that imagery. I thought it would actually become a love poem, as I am given to them lately. As I wrote it, it just became sad, although that wasn't at all my intention.
I hope you enjoyed it.
onto your window panes
and I look away.
I am sorry for it but
it cannot be undone.
I would take it back in a moment...
in a second...
now.
To take back the truth I told.
As I brace myself and look again
into the windows of your soul,
I am startled.
Watching adoration unfold.
The reflection of me that used to be
the foundation of my
confidence,
the reason I liked who I am at all
is gone.
In its place, a shattered image
of truth and realization
My mind goes blank,
Finally, I think to myself...
"At last, you see me."
I breathe a sigh of relief
and know,
because of the truth
exposed
that you now see...
it will not be long,
before you're over me
and the pain I caused.
There will be new
to replace the old.
The oldest story ever told.
*********************************
I tend to write sad poetry when I am in a great mood. I will be doing the most ordinary thing and a line will make its way into my mind and for the rest of the day...that's all there is. It's all I think about until I sit down and write it out.
The line that made itself known in my mind today was something to the effect of,
"I like the reflection of myself in the windowpanes of your soul..."
I loved that imagery. I thought it would actually become a love poem, as I am given to them lately. As I wrote it, it just became sad, although that wasn't at all my intention.
I hope you enjoyed it.
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Comment by tinkster
Keep those babies coming!!!!
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
Once again... I thank you. This poem means a lot to me. I think it could use a little work but I am pleased with it and it is nice to know someone else liked it, too.
Come back,
Voices~
Comment by Moonbeam
Enter.... is now a wrinkle in the fabric of our history; now creates a new pattern with different weaves, & will lay ahead of us threads of new respect, in which to wrap ourselves, & to tighten these bonds......
It does not have to be looked upon as sad, or something that must end. This can also be the new to replace the old.
don't be sad, Voices. don't be sad.
Affectionately,
Moonbeam
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
I'm not sad...lol I always write the sad stuff when things are going well for me. This poem isn't autobiographical at all.
I wonder where I got my love and ability to write??? *smile* As a wise person once said, "You could whip (my) ass by picking up a pen. I loved this...I can't wait to get together and read more that you have written.
Voices~