Whimsical Honesty Part One

by Maple Tree   Aug 27, 2014


I've written four poems
so far.

The number keeps on rising
because pouring out my
honest feelings is like a knife
cutting my skin and I know
what that feels like.

I'm angry, and there is
nothing beautiful about
anger, it rises and falls
with poor decisions;
a regret I truly don't
need.

I'm a whimsical ellusionist-
hiding behind cloaked curtains
and that is my honesty for this
evening.

I've cried more in the past few hours
of the past few days,
than I care to cry
ever again...
and if readers
want honesty
of how I'm feeling
at this very moment?

Sadness, thats my
secret,
it's all I can share
at this moment in
time.

To be continued in a few days
when tears won't sting
my eyes and pain my
fingers, so that I can
write what's going on
in my mind....

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  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I can't say much because your words are so heartbreaking... I just wish I could reach out to you now. It's amazing how much I feel you connect with yourself and this sadness in the poem, that to write about anything other than the sadness would be a lie. Sometimes, we have to admit we feel that way or it's what we are battling with. Hopefully, this will be pass, the emotions, regrets, troubled thoughts.

    Sending hugs your way as well <3

  • 9 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Oh Andrea, your words are beautifully heartbreaking. I just...the depth of the emotion just speaks through every part of this poem. I can't even...
    Wow.
    Nothing else to be said. Just...
    Hugs and love always dear friend xx