You say harsh words
Yet I feel nothing
Unmoved by your out-burst
You say I will fail
But you are wrong
I will float high above
You say I shall cry
Yet I already have
The tears have dried
And have dissolved
You say I will bleed
The blood has flowed
And been cleaned away
You say I will fall
But I will get back up
Dust myself off
You say I will die
This is true
But not before you die
And suffer as I have
You say lots of things
Yet all seem so frail
And untrue to me
For I have suffered
All of the above
And regained my ground
Stronger then ever.
I like the way you make your feelings so plain and leave them out in the open...very nice way of putting it out there. I can relate to "not caring" any more; it's a rather pleasant feeling, if you can even call it a feeling...
p.s. It's funny, the latter part of your comment is identical to the one in my poem "Forsaken." : )