Sitting with me
I have been clasped in my thoughts for these past few days
I have listened to my heart pulsate and my veins rhythmically obey
Sometimes it’s fear. Other times it is glade
But through the meandering synopsis of the surreptitious incongruity of my thoughts
I’ve come to love being with me
I’m learning to sit and probe my thoughts
I’m learning to draw the curtains in anticipation of dawn
As a sanguine diced with Mel and Col, it’s been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.
Constantly having to create virtual beings in my room who will hopefully regurgitate the energy I give
Sometimes it was you but you didn’t even realise
But when the phones are down, and the shields are withdrawn
I have one person to face, ME!
Stuffed with energy as a bulldozer, and lips as swift as game trying to escape a potential master
With ideas suffocating my lung and also shattering my ribs
I could wine and cry,
Dine until my soul is dry
But time still demands that I deal with me
Clandestinely I want to lose my shoes and find them in your corner
Cause maybe you fitting them will make me see life just a tint clearer
Can they still be mine whilst we sojourn the mines of unknown pearls and glistening rocher
Will I lose me if I step into the reality of you being also me?
Can you hear my thoughts? Are they loud enough?
Can you feel my words, are they soft enough?
Can you see my heart, is it running fast enough?
Can we still be one, even in our uniqueness
I’ll lay these questions at my doorstep and hope your heels pick up one note on your way out.