Being that I find myself reverting to writing in order to explain my thoughts and emotions to others and sometimes, even to understand my own mind, I think I can can relate with what Frost has said. I have always been quite shy about the poetry I write, as there is an idea out there that people who write poetry have a lot of hidden secrets or sadness in their life. Because I have never wanted people to have this idea about me I have always hidden my love for poetry and my own poems from most people. But since it is a big part of who I am, and a testament to the experiences in my life and the wonderful people I have been blessed to know, I thought I would take a small step to sharing that. The sharing of this is poem is more for me than anyone who may happen to read it, but anyways here you are.
See through
You think no one can tell
But I see through it all
Make em think that you're well
But I know when you fall
What can I do
Except watch, without hope
I know I can't help you
But how do I cope
With this ever present thought
That you're not okay
Knowing, even if I fought
I might never see the day
That you finally return
Your heart, once again whole
That passion, that burn
Reignited in your soul
The immensity of your care
The intensity of your love
I know it's all there
I know it's what you're made of
Love and kindness and sincerity
The things that make you
Believe me, you're a rarity
I saw in the beginning, I already knew.
You keep trying to hide
But it's not fooling me
Because I see inside
I know what you're meant to be
The caring, devoted, courageous one.
Who's spirit burns brilliantly
It outshines the sun
Ever so blissfully
He'll attempt to deny
The insanity he holds
An insanity of love, with more depth than the sky.
And he doesn't even realize the things he upholds.
But I do, and always will
To you, I'll impart
Being with you was surreal
Promise me you won't forget what's in your heart.
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