There are various parts
Of a person
Through life circumstances
Become
Temporarily deceased
Often times it is
Reawakened
Even if an outward appearance
Is meek
Everything
Inside of me, fluttering within
Is easily expressed
Through
The stroke of my pen
In your presence
I’m naked...
Is that transparence misleading?
Inwardly
Conceiving
Slowly
Believing
Everything I feel,
Through spoken words
Isn’t easily said
This feeling
And it’s intensity
Yearns to be understood
As it demands
The fortress
I've encaged myself in
To melt
Distills as it burns
Outwardly it may appear
As if I lack concern
Unbeknownst
To you
Even if
You halfway understand
I cannot expect you to interpret
What is not of your hands
Even if you have
A partial clue
In that in which
I endure
Doesn't push me away
I gravitate towards you more
Taking pleasure as I explore
Everything you are
As it takes time
To reveal
Who I am
Our union
Wasn’t premeditated
Many instances in life
Happen
Without being planned
As we build a foundation
I steadily stand
Sometimes
It may seem
As if I’m running
But I’ve already given into
My hearts command...
I like this - it's raw. The confusion or collision of your words comes across very well in the text. I thank the world a lot for having pen and paper - I struggle verbally sometimes as well; poems make everything easier. Nice bit of writing. Laura