IT'S ONLY ME

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the darker side of the mind is indeed the better poet

yet, perhaps only in theory

meaning!

Just because I take full advantage of the obvious

does not necessarily mean that I do not fear thee

I respect these unexplainable powers that turn yet lead

me to the stark blank page

while this pampered pen gives further lead to any even

abominable rage

I break not a spell when I cast down my proud paper-

mate quill

the blood I drink from and bathe myself in is only my

own

the shallowness of my breath near that to still

it takes no real tax upon this hardened hand to

scratch these visions down

I pretend for not a one nor do I paint a happy face

upon such grimness like some shy circus clown

my eyes are yet tired from these traitorous tears

I have repeatedly cried

as not far from reality's laden table have I ventured

nor shied

I'll become who I am to be whether I fight the inevitable

or not

but who can really say when or how and if I've given

all it is that I've got

never fear though for all of this is only me

and I take care of this lot that I have been given

while on it though note,

I have planted more than just one tree..........

(written Aug. 25, 1993 am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my ideas on how I clean up the mess inside of my psyche and how I found poetry very therapeutic.

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