The Repetitive Truth On The Time It Takes For Me To Be Me. - Poem by Melissa Ferrer
The tears are in my eyes
As i am about to cry
I have to wonder why
they had to die.
The fears are in my soul
The ones no one should know
About how often i hear the ravens crow
And how im afraid my heart will turn cold.
For love can onlii heal
what is repeatedly stabbed
But there is no love around
and no one to keep tabs.
So my heart slowly implodes
With the pain and the hate
and with my last tear
My heart deteriorates
It has vanished
in mid air
With nothing left but breath
Of everything it had to fear.
To die alone
with no one by its side
To trudge on
Holding onlii its pride.
The space in my soul
Where my heart used to be
Has a story to tell
The story of me.
The hidden feelings
The hidden loves
The hidden dreams
That came from above.
So before you begin
To try to come in
I warn its empty
cuz its to late to have friends.
The ones who warm your soul with one hug
And sets it a flame with another
The ones who actually care about what you have to say
And dont actually think your a bother.
You See before i can be me
I must realize
that a true heart is easy to see
no matter what size.
So i hate to say good bye
With such little to leave you barely hanging
But i can onlii say i tried
And my heart cant take more pain.
So this poem
whatever you might want it to be named.
Is about me announcing to everyone
That im tired of this game.
Tired to not be able to say whats truly on my mind
Tired of waiting for people to take their time
To slowly pull back the bandage
And uncover the open wound
You took too long and tried to soon.
So im not singing to a different tune
But its time to move and time for me to learn
what it is to be me
Without the burdens
of what hand to me, life has dealt.
Its time to heal me
And depend on no one but my self
Youve had your chance
its time for me to have mine.
Step back your just wasting my time.
We may be on the same page but not the same line.
So its time for me to get whats mine
Without the incessant badgering
by a thin wire
cutting the soles of my feet
every time i try to take a step
toward liberty and the true meaning of free.
So its time to be me.
Stand back and watch.
Prepare to be amazed
and throw away the clock.
is no longer a problem.
Ive got all the time in the world.
At this moment.
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