| The Heart Will Die As Well |
from fourth grade on
report cards came,
reminding me, incessantly
that I will fail in life
if I don't put forth
more effort- I never try,
they say, I never work,
I'll never amount to anything.
Maybe I was bored
with where I was-
maybe I was bored
with being part
of the greater cause,
and maybe what they said
was true- but maybe that
suggestion bored me too.
I agree,
I've always cared too much,
I've always wanted to see
an equal looking back at me
I've always believed
that someone out there understands
what I have tried so hard to do...
Indecision hides the truth
of intuition, too often
these days- and though
beneath the surface,
an answer often lies in wait-
I have not learned patience yet,
I have not begun to understand
the intricate workings of fate.
Forgive me friend, for what I say,
forgive me that I never know
when I am supposed to walk away.
forgive me that I hurt too much
at angry glares and stinging words,
forgive me that I'll
never be like you. |