ReflectionI'm afraid that if I pauseReflection by Kirinarra
I'll second guess what's real
confusing all I fear and loathe
with the honest love I feel
My thoughts say step on the right foot
my left foot reaches instead
I grab hold of a hand only to find
it belongs to a body that's dead
Scared to let the anger in
Afraid to let the sadness out
Wary of learning
that this heart that's been burning
has suddenly smoldered out
Timid of opening the casket
A box that won't close again
Worried that trusting
will lead to death and destruction
scattered limbs and missing heads
How are we to begin
if we've already seen the end?
Ignoring The Only One Who Wrote Me PoemsYou wrote me a poem once,Ignoring The Only One Who Wrote Me Poems by iamPoetry
about the smallest blade of grass.
I told you then that it mattered little
A storm cowardly scavenged your eyes
when I walked past...
away from you.
Little recognition given then,
I offer you now the attention--
it means every morning I rise...