Sooner or later on some perfect day
You will realize that you’ve left yourself behind –
Forgotten who you were,
Until a haircut or a brand new shirt
Reminds you of some deep inner passion
And suddenly the concern of being on time
Or having neatly pressed pants no longer matters
You want to be the life of the party
And the hostess at the same time
You want them to applaud you, worship you, admire you
But you soon realize that what you were is what you are
You will realize that you’ve left yourself behind –
Forgotten who you were,
Until a haircut or a brand new shirt
Reminds you of some deep inner passion
And suddenly the concern of being on time
Or having neatly pressed pants no longer matters
You want to be the life of the party
And the hostess at the same time
You want them to applaud you, worship you, admire you
But you soon realize that what you were is what you are
And you long to be held, securely fastened in gentle arms
Even if they must be your own.
written in 1993
with renewed meaning today
Even if they must be your own.
written in 1993
with renewed meaning today
i like your blog...somehow..
ReplyDeleteKelly,
ReplyDeleteI love your poetry . . .write, write, write!
You have a gift and it comes from your soul . . .
meant to be shared.