Saturday, April 18, 2009

Poems without names.

Poems without names.

lts not very often l wake feeling empty, but today l did.
l had two thoughts in my brain, and jotted them down...
these poems have no names.
..............................................

l have not found you yet

l use everything to take your place

l over indulge all things

where are you.


l have great passion

being wasted on superficial things and thoughts.


where are you.

...............................................................

can l stand alone with me...

do for myself?

while l know you are there

l need to be able to see if l can stand and be strong,

without my crutches in life.

as l turn u off and out for a moment

l sense a strength and freedom

l know you all are there

l need to be free.

l step out of the care bubble l have allowed myself to be in,

out of life security.

lts scary, and invigorating.


l dont mean to be mean

l dont feel meanness at all

l just want to be with me and my strengths

lf l find l cant

l know youre there.

5 comments:

Jacqui Binford-Bell said...

I can relate to both of these poems but especially the last one.

Good.

Lynn Downunder... said...

The first time l had this thought, was twenty yrs ago.
l felt, if my parents died, how would l live with my own strengths, - yes they were that protective -.
l did step out, l did fail and achieve, and yes now l can stand by myself.
Now lm back seeing my parents after thirteens years, after leaving them back then, to see if l could do this.
l have the same feeling again.
lts a good thing they make me feel secure..l guess.
and also, l was thinking when l wrote this about the net, and blogs etc...
Jacqui thanks for your comment,
and lm glad you could relate...

bekkieann said...

Lynn, you are brave to say the things we all sometimes feels. It is amazing the strengths we find in ourselves when we give ourselves a chance to try it. I too relate particularly to the second poem.

Best wishes!

Lynn Downunder... said...

thanks for your comments,
sometimes my rawness of soft underbelly shows is some poems.
.
the first is not loneliness.
lts someone for me as a friend.
someone l can totally be with.
l put so much of me into everything l did.
am l meant to walk alone? maybe..
...
the second one is like when a chick is free of the nest...
knowing that the parent is there, if they fail.
..
but, if the parents die...
then l am alone.
lt would be nice to come home to somebody for the next fifty years.
.
but l feel lm destined to be alone.
...............
thanks again for your comments.

Bee said...

I have walked in your shoes. Beautiful and scarily accurate.