Tears stream down my face, hot and wet.
Leaving,
it shouldn't be this hard.
Independent, growing up, maturing,
they're just words
and comfortless ones at that.
What can I do?
I can't go back,
I've had a taste of freedom.
But I can't go forward,
I yearn for what's behind.
Stuck,
lost,
confused,
helpless,
hopeless.
Yanked from the world I know,
Thrust into one I've never seen,
My life, pulled in different directions.
Where I should go.
Where I need to go.
Where I want to go.
Why do they have to be different?
Things have to change.
(a slightly updated version of a poem I wrote three years ago)
Hi, I saw your link on eion mackens page and followed it. I like your poem - reminds me of how I was feeling when I left home after school as my parents were divorcing. Like some of your other poems too. I like writing poetry because I like the way words work - but its not my strong point. I just enjoy the process.
ReplyDeleteOh, good, that's why I put it there! ;) Jk, I may be selfish and egotistical but I'm not quite that selfish and egotistical. ;) I really did put it there because he inspired me to create my own poetry blog.
DeleteI'm glad you liked it and thank you so much for your comment. A true compliment to a poet is a reader saying he/she can relate to the poem. :)
As for poetry not being your strong point, all I can say is that I'm glad you enjoy the process because it means you'll keep writing. And that's how it will become one of your strong points. :) I really enjoy the process, too, which is why I've kept writing. And I've gotten a lot better (not that I'm at all a really good poet, but I'll get there someday with practice). Also, I'd love to read one of your poems if you're willing to share. :) I think I'd like to turn this blog into somewhat of a poetry discussion forum, if I can.