Drifting like tumbleweed,
Struggling at the wind’s mercy.
Dying to live,
And living to die.
Rolling, rolling,
But I’m just
Like a
Tumbleweed.
Tag: poem
Hand
Sometimes I imagine meeting again
Even though so much time has passed.
But I don’t want you to see me
Because I don’t think you’ll understand
Why I can’t feign youth and naivety
Or the vitality that’s been stolen from my hand.
Heart that’s been jaded,
Cautiously reaching out a hand.
Searching
Maybe I’ll never understand
Why this happened
or that happened.
We’ll spend lifetimes searching for answers
That sometimes are just meant to be felt
And never to be found.
Stuck
I made plans today
But then something went wrong.
Late at night, lying in bed
I’m unable to sleep
Still stuck in my head.
Entertain that thought
Don’t look at me like that
As if you’re amusing a child.
You hold my face with those cold fingertips
When I’ve carved out my heart so neatly
And laid it bare, in your palms so naively.
Why did I ever entertain that thought?
Suffering
I made a mistake
In trying to end suffering,
When living in itself is suffering.
So if I’m destined to suffer
Why not find peace
Between moments of suffering?
From me
I sought answers from the source,
Thinking I didn’t want to make mistakes.
Forgetting that I am part of the universe
And the universe is a part of me.
So wanting something, not wanting something –
These feelings are valid
For they came from me.
How could I have failed to see?
For you
I want to be home
Home in your arms.
Their faces are kind,
But their hearts are too cruel
I can’t trust anyone but you.
So I’m only staying here, waiting for you.
If
If it’s not self punishment
Then why am I doing the same thing
Over and over and over again?
Standing in the same corner
Watching the same rain
Heart in pain.
Place in this world
You taught me that softness is weakness,
That kindness is sensitive
And sensitive has no place in this world.
But if I can’t feel, then I’m not me
If I can’t be me, then what can I be
So do I have no place in this world?
