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Click hereThey say the best poetry comes from the heart
But my heart is cold and empty
In my youth, I mistook need for love
And now look where I've found myself
Trapped with someone who needs me so much
There's nothing left for me
Trapped with someone so blind to his own mind
He makes me question mine
But
We cannot dwell on where we are
That gets us nowhere
Like worry to a rocking chair
We must constantly strive to be better
To let go
To forgive
To accept what is given to us
And to not want more
For our wants can overpower those who love us
Want nothing more than our love
And what do we do? Smash them with wants.
Smother them with needs.
Leave them, breathless, panting, as they, themselves stumble towards the future
Towards destiny
Fate
Did we ever have free will?
Did I stay with him because he needed me
Or did I stay with him because I found affection that I'd never received as a child
Blame. Yes, let me blame my childhood. Let us all take a moment to think
Of all the things we blame.
We blame our parents, our socioeconomic status, our siblings, our teachers, our friends, our luck, our shitty cars, our dead end jobs, our mental illnesses.
Release blame, release anger, release anxiety, worry, doubt, hatred.
One day at a time
Live in the moment, even if the moment isn't the most fantastic moment in your life
It's still "the moment"
The only thing that exists is "the moment"
The past, gone, the future, a hope
All we have is "the moment"
So breathe deeply
Again
Again
Again
Feel your fingers on the keys
Your feet in your shoes
Your bottom in the chair
Because this is it, this is all there is...
You
And "this moment"
Well,
Most of us humans, at some point of time, feel as you do and so beautifully narrate the feelings.
I am looking forward to read all your poems
Kinky
Feel your fingers on the keys
Your feet in your shoes
Your bottom in the chair
Because this is it, this is all there is...