I have these internal discourses,
meandering to and from the pit,
not so much to myself
as with myself,
dissecting the day
for titbits of inspiration.
I better observe situations
at a distance
because up close
I have no control over my emotions.
I tend to stagger, trip and fall
over words and phrases.
I dig a hole of my own making,
burying my dignity,
pulling all the dirt
down on me.
Then I can only use my heart
to free myself again.
But I remind myself each time
this helps me;
it gives me the strength
to stand up against
the weight of others' opinions
when they hardly know me.
I have these internal dialogues
weaving from topic to topic,
not so much about myself
as for myself,
to let go of what others might think
and allow myself to simply be.
Comments
MistakenMagic | April 29, 2009 - 14:58
'I dig a hole of my own making,
burying my dignity,
pulling all the dirt
down on me.
Then I can only use my heart
to free myself again.'
- love this stanza! A joy to read about your conversations with yourself Dynamaso ;)
Magic xxx
Dynamaso | April 30, 2009 - 00:27
Magic, pleased you enjoyed this. Thankfully most of my conversations with myself aren't out loud otherwise I might be in a very different place. :)
Curse of 222 | May 1, 2009 - 20:36
an excellent poem this is. i really enjoyed the last stanza. i think many people could relate to your internal dialogue...at least i'm happy to know i'm not the only one.
jason
Dynamaso | May 4, 2009 - 07:19
Jason, thanks very much for commenting, mate. It is always nice to realise you're not alone, isn't it?
Bradene | May 6, 2009 - 02:32
Cricky I wish I had written that, it's so how I think. I just never thought to write it down and if I had I'm not sure I could have done it so well. Brilliant. Val
Dynamaso | June 6, 2009 - 00:14
Val, thanks very much for your kind comment.