Personal Voice

To pull these stories from the well deep in which they lay takes a pause,

A pause in mind, breath, and soul.

Each of these stories is soaked in a pool of emotion,

And so with each reveal the feeling is true.

 

I can’t say for sure what these feelings are true to,

Then or now?

For, the voice that tells these stories

Is not the voice that lived them.

 

Had you been there in Cadiz, what would you have seen in her eyes?

When you took that walk on the sea wall, when you ate lunch in the park?

And when the train pulled away,

Did you stay behind, or did you go?

 

Look how I sit here and fidget in my seat,

Like that nervous boy of twenty

Who cannot tell if you are just being nice…

Or if you really like me…

Comments

[Ccarolr]

Now, WHAT? Honey, your shit is amazing!!!! I had no idea you did all of this writing. :)