The Unfolding Of Myself Poem by Christine A Kysely

How shall I unfold myself?
How shall I unfold myself to thee?
How shall I show you more
than the obvious that you see?

Should it be in chapters
like the pages of a book?
Or should it be in allegory
like a fabled children's book?

Should it be in prose
or in rhythmic poetry?
Or should it be set to music
A lifetime movie that you could see?

Do you want to know the big things
Or is it the small things that you are after
Do you want to know what I think about
Do you want to know if I believe in the Everafter?

Do you want to know the reasons
for the sadness behind these eyes?
Do you want to know about my joyful days
The days when laughter and happiness filled my life.

Do you want to know about the things I've done
the things I hope to do
Do you want to know about what I like to wear
about my clothing and my shoes.

Do you want to know the foods I like
The things I like to cook?
Do you want to know the wines I love
Which bottles that I have hidden in my nook?

Do you want to know the plants I plant
The things I like to grow
Do you want to know the books I've read
All the things that I want to know.

Do you want to know the objects that I love
The things that I've collected
Do you want to know the things I really hate
the things that I've neglected.

How shall I tell you all I know
How shall I tell you about 'me'?
I don't even know where to start...
It doesn't seem that easy...

I am not even really sure
that it is me you want to know
You haven't really told me
It's hard for me to know.

I guess that only time will tell
I guess we'll have to wait and see
I'll just have to wait and see if a day will come
A day when we will eventually meet.

A day we can look each other in the eyes
A day when my life will have been unfolded
A day when I am no longer a mystery
When you are quite confidant that you 'know' me.


(January 4,2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved