On the inside looking out. Loving their freedom and energy. Sometimes I crave it. But also fear it.
“Put yourself out there”, they would say. I automatically think of being put on display for everyone to scrutinize, to look at. But I don’t want attention. I just want to be seen, heard. There’s a difference.
So, despite the fear I took the step and opened the door. Doing my best to be ready to take on the unknown.
I’m in that place…of worry and woe again
I need to get of here
Help me get out of here
And still sometimes, just out of the blue
I write a poem just for you
Without a word and without hesitation
Without looking back, he left
It shines bright
It’s brighter than ever
But I’m stuck inside looking out
I can only wish that the sun keeps its brightness
Until I am able to play under it once more
Hold your horses
Take it slow
Check your choices
Use what you know
You have to stop and be silent sometimes
To get things in order
Take a breather, we all need that time
What day is it?
What is the time?
Where am I at?
I’ve been busy just working that I’m all out of sorts
I may be a bit stressed out
I really think so
Because I’ve never been this messed up
I’ve never been this tired
I’m all tied up, oh yes I think so
Otherwise I wouldn’t have been this messy
This out of sorts all week
Feel the fresh air
Let it touch your hair
Your fair brown eyes so fair
Let it roam over grasslands grand
Take time to stop.
I used to write poetries about him
Secretly he made my heart smile
It was what made my day
It was like that for a little while
But seasom change and time flies
Things are never going to be the same
I’ve learned, let go, and moved on
Neither of us were to blame
And from that moment I have learned
Never to put my heart out like that again
Because it can easily be lost
And it’s a bit hard to start over and begin