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Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you did an archeological dig On me If you dug up my soul and my heart and everything that makes up my non-physical being Would you find the scars of the major hurts in my life? The abuse, the loneliness, and the self doubt? Would you, upon further inspection, see that the former two are formed, Not only by the first, but by what should be insignificant actions done by other people That hammer at my heart Putting cracks in my self confidence and my self worth I don't want to hide it, but I do because I don't want you to see this part of me And if you dug up and analyzed my mind, would you see all the unkind thoughts I think- All the pride I carry with me- in contrast to the constant feeling that For some reason I'm not good enough And the fear That if you really knew me you would walk, or even run, In the opposite direction If you were able to dig into my spirit, and see me Really see me And dig up all my thoughts and feelings and secrets What would you find? What would you discover that would make you see me differently? If I were to do the same for you what would I find? I'm not quite sure, but what I do know is this: That whatever I found, and whatever I discovered, and however differently I saw you Afterward Afterward I would still love you And sometimes I wonder If you dug me up and saw Everything Would you still love me?
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
Archeology
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you did an archeological dig On me If you dug up my soul and my heart and everything that makes up my non-physical being Would you find the scars of the major hurts in my life? The abuse, the loneliness, and the self doubt? Would you, upon further inspection, see that the former two are formed, Not only by the first, but by what should be insignificant actions done by other people That hammer at my heart Putting cracks in my self confidence and my self worth I don't want to hide it, but I do because I don't want you to see this part of me And if you dug up and analyzed my mind, would you see all the unkind thoughts I think- All the pride I carry with me- in contrast to the constant feeling that For some reason I'm not good enough And the fear That if you really knew me you would walk, or even run, In the opposite direction If you were able to dig into my spirit, and see me Really see me And dig up all my thoughts and feelings and secrets What would you find? What would you discover that would make you see me differently? If I were to do the same for you what would I find? I'm not quite sure, but what I do know is this: That whatever I found, and whatever I discovered, and however differently I saw you Afterward Afterward I would still love you And sometimes I wonder If you dug me up and saw Everything Would you still love me?
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
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