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I Was Just Leaving
Maybe it’s me
Always overly acquainted with the all knowing eyes
And the rubbernecking of studying stares
The steady flow of innuendo
Perplexing
The arrows of displeasure aimed in my direction
All for having lowered my anchor
Rejoicing in where I’ve landed
Maybe not the preferred destination
But content with the richly cultivated grains of my being
Fertilized in fortitude from the favor I’ve been granted
And the divine soils in which my feet have firmly been planted
Maybe it’s me
Because my world is now serene
No longer entertaining the misunderstanding of me
And those who are still burdened
When I feel no obligation to explain the essence of my theme
Or the reasons for my chosen path
Those of which have caused my soul to scream
Far too often in the past
Maybe it’s me
Because these beads of perspiration are not from disregard
But they are the manifestation
Of the tenacity in my concentration
When focused on me
I choose to stay missing
Though easily seen
My words remain reserved
Because gossip breeds the judgment of others
And that is not my bridge to cross
Nor will it be my cross to bear
Because I choose conversation that promotes elevation
And for that reason my words I do not spare
What you can’t own gives you unrest
And I wouldn’t dare to leave you grieving
So excuse me for inhaling the same air that you’ve been breathing
And it’s okay
Don’t bother getting up
Because I was just leaving
Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
You've expressed yourself so
You've expressed yourself so well and haven't missed anything. I have been in this place, worked very hard to make informed decisions about whether i wanted to grow beyond it, or grow into acceptance of it and shine irregardlessly. I first had to discern what "shine" meant to me. Did it mean shining for others? Or shining for myself and my purpose? For me, it means shining for the purpose of my life and how every bit of my experiences can help another. So i have, with much careful discernment, arrived at a point where i weigh the pros and cons of a given situation, and make a choice based upon those pros and cons. I know i will make mistakes...that is unimportant to me, as mistakes are not only inevitable, but necessary in life, but for me, the decision i have made to accept that people will be people has freed me in many ways, and i know who my real friends are. I believe this is an individual choice that is different for everyone...but truly, the world does not care about anyone's "feelings". It moves on, ruthlessly and without concern, and we must run to "catch the train bus or plane" that will carry us through to accomplish our soul's purpose in this life.
Your poem is deepp and really well expressed. Thank you for writing. :-)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thanks so much for taking the
thanks so much for taking the time and for writing such an extensive review. really appreciate it