He gave me a taste
of what I've longed for...
...that for which I've prayed
each and every day.
From my brain,
his face, I couldn't erase,
and the ways in which he played
the strings of my heart
at such a fast pace.
My head spun in a craze,
his presence leaving me phased
stumbling through a haze...
...but really, what could I say?
It's his move to make
and his choice to deliberate,
not mine to take,
as much as I had desired
to take center stage.
The pieces had been played
and I was left alone to stay
with pieces displayed,
no more choices to make,
just thoughts in which to marinate
and the undesirable choice
of forfeiting my estate.
So I continued to wait,
enjoying what I could taste
for the moment...
So I followed the old adage
and set out to release what
may very well have been stalemate.
I chose to smile and hold my head high
all the while, hiding the torture inside;
my own shortcomings that I try
to get over while I work through to
grow as the phoenix rises from the ashes to the sky.
I s'pose in my reflection,
much needed introspection,
I see more than I reveal through these eyes,
understanding more than most might realize;
In my constant quest to shed the negative from my life,
my weaknesses always finding new ways to materialize,
challenging me to rise above the changing tides.
But this time, I truly let go, let God
and I remain to be me,
not changing my behavior, just the
state of my brain as it stands to be,
truly keeping faith that que sera, sera,
whàt will be, will be,
as etched into the heart of destiny.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Recently reworked piece - started writing **CORRECTION** March 15, 2011, completed edits and work on 06.06.11 (originally entitled "Mind Taken Away").
One of my grandma's favorite songs, one dear to me is "Que Sera, Sera". And I've always had a hard time living the value of the adage to let go and let God... Or setting free something you love. I would fight for it before, but in the end, if I've been given no real reason to fight and had been shown a locked door, then why pursue something with no promise when I may eventually find an open door if I only stop gazing at the one that's locked to me? Why try to hold someone to something that he or she doesn't want or need?
In the end, when any of us wants something badly enough, nothing can stop us from getting it. And if it means we have to alter our methodologies or we get a taste and realize that there's more or less that's truly needed, then we do what we must to eventually get our heart's desire. Whether that means to let go, keep fighting or whatever else it could mean, we do what we have to do.
And in that reflection, good question to ask is whether we're seeing the complete picture and if the things missing have anything to do with things that are inherent in that person or thing or if what's missing has more to do with our own lack of action/ability to bring those things out/forth... Are we seeing a whole picture or only what we want to see?
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He's a man to be a man,
and I, just a woman
who will allow him
to take my hand in his hand
if he so chooses to open
his heart and
take me in...
...Unless I am turned away,
I will wait for the day,
and cherish it always,
the times we share
in our own special place
hidden away
deep within my soul
and locked deep within
my brain.