...there's something not right...
the ebb and flow is off
what is it?
I do have a trepidation...
...that I'll be left without a leg to stand on
...without a heart to feed on
...longing for the sun
...have I been just giving too much of me
...was I supposed to withhold when it felt good to share so free?
Does it matter what I do right now?
Do I share? ...or do I just be?
when is it ok to ask for more?
I fear you will think I'm critical and shut me out...
shut down and ignore me...or even pout
I think the unknown of you is frightening me.
No, you aren't him...you are you
But being so fresh, so new...
I'm unsure of all that is...tell me,
what is YOUR truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem