A Mind Of Their Own Poem by Desiree Whitamore
A Mind Of Their Own
i try not to feel sorry for myself when i trip over my problems.
i try not to blink when they tell me to stand still.
even though i'm my own person, i need their words.
even though i can think my own thoughts i still rely on theirs.
if they don't understand, i move on.
if they hurt me, i ignore it.
though it hurts when they leave me alone
i feel better when they call.
when they call my mind races back to the good times.
not knowing what the future is going to bring breaks my heart.
not knowing if they are ever going to care, just makes me love them more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 11:35:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I guess I have a hard time with this. The content is interesting, but it looks more like therapy than poetry. But we all do that. Most of my poems are of that ilk. It just happens that most of the time I can make the words flow or rhyme or sing a little. but the therapy, when the poem is not 'cute' is always there. And I see it in your stuff. There's nothing wrong with that, but it gives me mixed feelings, about myself included.