I don’t know why?
Why I feel this way?
How did I ever become?
Like you,
Able to love.
Why do you remind me of someone?
Someone very special
That is present
In every moment
Of my life.
How do I contain?
This very special vibe.
That formed in my heart
And my soul.
These words are just,
Pouring,
Pouring like,
They never did before,
Lying here in the
Darkest part of my heart.
Lighting my ways.
Roggy’s Note: The economized words, the breaks as they are, all these add to a sense of breathlessness…so she’s perfectly captured chaotic mess mind and heart are in with regards to love…very clever.
That is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my writing. Thank you so much :) (about my poem “I May Love You”)
I don’t know why?
Why I feel this way?
How did I ever become?
Like you,
Able to love.
Why do you remind me of someone?
Someone very special
That is present
In every moment
Of my life.
How do I contain?
This very special vibe.
That formed in my heart
And my soul.
These words are just,
Pouring,
Pouring like,
They never did before,
Lying here in the
Darkest part of my heart.
Lighting my ways.
I sat on my porch with such a gaze that allowed me to look off into the distance. The time marked eleven, illuminating only shadows in the air. As water began to drip from the sky in the sheer silence of the night, I couldn’t help but experience the sensational essence of the night. The rain penetrated each and every bone in my body, allowing a crimson dye to flow through my veins. I felt a sense of my immobilizing past, as I smelled the petrichor in the air, blinding my sight into (what appeared to be) my absent future. As tears left my watering eyes, I knew I couldn’t paralyze these feelings any longer. Before this day, I felt like there was no compromise to my ambiguous mind other than dismantling all my perceptions of my undesirable past. I stood up from the gray rocking chair that had been there for as long as I could remember and I paced myself to the edge of porch. The rain began to rigidly fall from the sky striking the ground forcefully. I ran to the open field outside of my house, tripping on my long handmade skirt. The rocks dug into the bottom of my feet, creating unwanted space in between my toes. This wasn’t a pleasant feeling as blood dripped into the puddles of mud, surrounding my presence in entirety. I fell to the ground, still crying. I attempted to use my feeble hands to hold me up in order to prevent my face from falling into the deep puddle of mud. It was almost as if fixtures in my soul obtained delight from making me feel this way. I was starting to feel like I couldn’t wait for everything that was holding me back to disappear. As I consciously moved the weight of my body to my legs, I grabbed my face with the palms of my hands. I felt as if parts of my brain were exploding with severe anguish. I was scared, but alive as I felt an overwhelming horizon of emotions. They shed light on events that I didn’t want to remember…a past that would only tear me apart.
