Somedays I feel as free as the wind,
The call of the world hovering around me.
Somedays I feel as empty as the land.
The trees were cut and their stumps remain.
Today I feel like Brutus.
I stabbed my friend Caesar in the back.
He asks me what he did wrong.
And I can only answer with: nothing.
Somedays I feel as happy as the river.
I can go places and see everything.
Somedays I feel like the river rock.
Will I be able to make this change?
Today I feel like Homer.
I can write about my memories.
I tell myself I made the right call.
And I am excited about the future.
In this moment, and in this life.
I won't know if I make the right choices.
In this moment, and in this life.
Will I make a difference in the lives of others?
And I wonder if...
I can be the woman I always dreamed of.
And I wonder if...
I still have enough time to change the world.
I loved all of your poems. They were real. They were powerful, and they inspired me to write a response poem. I don't want to assume your poems are personal, but if they are, you're not alone. I write to express myself, and I think that is one of the great things about writing.
ReplyDeleteP.S. There is always enough time to change the world. :)
And I wonder how...
Today I do not see the damage that I cause,
but maybe tomorrow will be different.
Perhaps I will let go of my insecurities,
and become the woman that I want to be.
Tomorrow is sometimes too late.
Sometimes too late turns into never,
and I will be left to my own devices, but
Too late does not have to be today.
Today, if I be that woman that I want to be.
If I do that, then tomorrow will be different.
Tomorrow will be now,
and not too late.