Oct 2018
Maybe one day I’ll write you a book
Something about what everything is about
I won’t file it down like the rest of the world.
No my book will have all of the rough edges that life has.
The edges that’ll cut you if you don’t watch
Why not soften it up?
Because then it wouldn’t be real
It would just be a fantasy.
And the last time I checked
Life doesn't come with any
Safety precautions.
Instead life comes raw.
So my book to you will be equally undercooked.
Because I love you enough
not to lie.
My only hope is that you can enjoy my gift to you.
As much as the meal its self.
Something about what everything is about
I won’t file it down like the rest of the world.
No my book will have all of the rough edges that life has.
The edges that’ll cut you if you don’t watch
Why not soften it up?
Because then it wouldn’t be real
It would just be a fantasy.
And the last time I checked
Life doesn't come with any
Safety precautions.
Instead life comes raw.
So my book to you will be equally undercooked.
Because I love you enough
not to lie.
My only hope is that you can enjoy my gift to you.
As much as the meal its self.
This is a poem that I wrote when I was much younger. I thought I had an interesting outlook on my life at the time, and the emotions I once felt. Now I am currently working on a series of poems discussing different emotions, to show the range in which humans can feel and experience. So that leads me to this old poem; I felt that Raw perfectly displayed my emotional state from a few years ago as a young teen, who was not really sure of her place in the world. So ENJOY and hopefully you (and I) can look forward to some up coming poems.
Sincerely,
Cheyenne
Sincerely,
Cheyenne
