PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A slow wind rushing through my open

window bringing a shiver and hopin

that all my big promises could be kept,

not moved like small rocks or like dust swept,

unfortunately i know my feelings, it's my flaw,

i quickly forget the ability to drop ones jaw,

confidence stolen and heart the same,

i'm the one who deserves all the blame,

still i take my beating and stand up,

silence my heart and begin to man up,

when others have a hand up on all i desire,

i swallow my pain and to my writing retire,

allow my thoughts and memories to take flight,

use imagination to soar into the pen and write,

the truth spills out, never fully seen,

you just need to inspect daily to catch it's mean.