while walking through a park, a feeble light peeked through
trembling branches, and like that
strange thoughts came to my mind
“if someone had believed in me would i
be less lacking, fragile, nervous,…
would I have the confidence to be
a wife or
a human being
[life is erasing me before I even get
to say “ah, I’m alive”]
would i be greedier or stronger
believing that there is a space for me to be,
a higher place to climb, a hand to reach out to
instead of fearfully catching my breath
throughout the day
would i be more loving
would i be more grounded”
[but mind and heart reason trying to assuage each other]
they were probably like me
busy in their thoughts
caught up in their…
Desires? Hopes? Problems?
but What about me?
[I do not wish to count the nails on my coffin or tally their faults to
justify my own failings.
But where does it leave me?
between the hammer and the anvil?
or am i the hand that pummels and plunders?]
who am I not seeing
who am i not believing in
who am i encouraging
who do i approve of
or are we forever teetering around the same spots,
giving and receiving scars, learning how to fall on our knees or
how to sweep our feet with someone’s else pride
[I’ve built myself inside empty rooms
I grew up cold
but more of snow than ice,
I am self aware]
Summary of thoughts:
is a full stomach a happy stomach?
Not according to scientists/doctors and other know-it-all
so always leave a little space
and remember the heart is just another organ
do you ever hear the brain complaining?
as for the metaphorical heart, well, …
oh never mind
i lost track again
i rarely know what i truly mean
i must be disingenuous at heart
or just scatterbrained or both
but as they aptly say/describe
but what do humans do?
they carry all different sounds
thus have no true sound
so i’m done hissing my truth,
and hence leave you with filtered untruths
or something like that