Hmmm, the light humm of the computer isn't critical and I don't think anyone will actually read this unless I tell people I have added to my blog....so here it goes.
A quick note: this poem was written about 25 minutes ago and I had no time for revisions so I am sorry if the beats of the poem are a little off.
I would suggest reading it aloud but to yourself...if that makes any sense at all.
Set me free (of Fear)
Not Michelangelo with any amount of chisels or clay
Nor Shakespeare in any sonnet or play
Could describe how gorgeous you are to me
You smile and laugh, You overall, set me free
Growing old, losing my youth was once my fear
But now I drift off and peer
I peer, see, wonder and gaze
into this dream-like, distant place
All I see now, is an image in which I can barely retell
An image where we are aged, wrinkled but most surprisingly, we are happy and well.
My wrinkles and age once brought shivers to my bones
but this fear is modest in comparison to being alone
I drift again, but this time to a treetop
My fear of heights screams at the thought of such a long drop
And yet...your presence with me, Oh! fear cannot fight it,
This fear tried against your adventurous smile and lost, now quiet.
You inspire and comfort my being
When I talk with you it is like finally seeing,
Seeing how you have set this soul free.
Now my only fear is the thought that "we" will never be "we".
well, that was the deepest thing I could think of, and honestly the only reason I found the courage to write that was because I lied to myself and said that no one would read my inner thoughts.
I doubt this is true, someone, anyone could read this blog just to check up on my life.
But, if you do read this and feel that urge to click and comment, don't.
thanks