I shall call myself
Home
Sit across you
And sing a heart to heart
Song
I have
So many questions to ask
Hoping after hope
For honest replies
To the mysteries unresolved
To the dark side veiled
By crooked smiles
To the tears unshed
To the wound untreated
To the pain unembalmed
I guess
You will open up to me
And I perhaps eagerly to you
Till we find the fulcrum
On which to balance
Our tears and smiles
Pains and relief
Wounds and sutures
Till then
We shall seek moments of truth
Unto ourselves
With hearts half healed
Flesh half scarred
Notes unmusical
Lyrics jarred
Thoughts unrevealed
Unsaid, unfelt, unspoken
Squashed
Mysteries unveiled
Yet far apart
One day
You and I will be one
Till then....
The quest continues
Unembarked
One day
I will bring you
Home
You and I
Together
Shall build a nest
Of songs and lyrics
Of your and mine
One day...
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Is it a tussle between the real 'I' and me?
ReplyDeletePerhaps....that tussle is eternal
DeleteBeautifully expressed! I felt it all with you.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rosemary
ReplyDeleteThere is person within me who is angry with me, as a writer said (I forget the name). It's good to come to terms with that person. Your lines try to do that.
ReplyDeleteThere is a dichotomy within our own self which needs resolution
DeleteI enjoyed reading your poem and I love how you describe your wandering self.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your encouragement, Helen
DeleteLovely writing and raw emotion in this.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much
Deletethe fulcrum on which to balance tears and smiles - well said, also most hard to find and reconcile with.
ReplyDeleteYes. It is the most difficult task.
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