What An Adventure.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just thoughts.

Submitted: January 22, 2010

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Submitted: January 22, 2010

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I'm not giving up.



But I am sad to say, that I am quite ready too.



I want to stop.



But, Again, I am far from ready.



I want to change.



But that is much easier said, then acted upon.



I am ready to live, as if I were dying.



But I am afraid when I do so, I am quite reckless.



I am ready to run, As if it was all I was born to do.



If only I could find a nice pair of running shoes to take the hard road.



I am ready to embrace what I love, And stop pushing at the people that I adore all the way through my heart strings and around my soul.



But I am afraid that I connsume myself sometimes, Even against my will.I am so sorry.



I am ready to face my demons.



But I dont wish to face them alone.



But how could a companion ever understand if they were to see ? What would they think of me ?



I want to send those skeletons in my closet out to the trash bins.



But the have been there so long, Sometimes I ponder whether or not I would be right and doing so.



After all, They are but memories, Precious things that I will not waste again.



I am not afraid of the world.



Only of myself.



I am not afraid of you.



Or him.



Only of the influence I place.



I want to leave a mark on this world, A mark of wonderful colours.



A mark that shines.



I want it to run across the Beeton main street, And down the tracks where the train runs.



I want it to fly across the horizon, and kiss the country sun.



I want it to live within every perfect blade of grass.



I want it to play on the yellow lines of the road, and hug every rock and stone.



I want it to touch the sky, To breath it in.



To see The heavens of earth, and smile at them.



But could such a self leave such a mark ?



I wonder.



Even with my doubts I will try,



I wouldn't want this world to forget me as quickly, Now.



If you see a girl coaxing her colours up a mountain, Then you know I am succeding.



And If you see a boat fly to the heavens, Then you know that I am accomplishing.



And If you one day pass a rainbow playing with the yellow line on the road, Then you know that I have been there.



But could someone like me ever do such a thing ?



I will surely try.



And Try, and Try.



Attempt.



What an experiment.




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