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Sep 2013
You know that feeling?
I can’t explain it.
Well…
Like that feeling.
That feeling of hesitance.
I wish I could
But I can’t
I want to
But I won’t
How do I just do?
How can I just be?
What is holding me back?
I don’t see anything…
Maybe I don’t see it because…
Because.
Because it is I.
It is I; myself that is the enemy.
How did I wage such a war within me?
So many battles
So many losses
The war feels so…
So cold.
So cold that it swarms the outside body
It seeps into the heart from the icy daggers of the soul
I shiver.
I can’t touch anyone.
I long for warmth.
I quiver.
Quivering…
My body’s defense against warm, gentle touch
When will it end?
When will I finally be at peace?
I feel like many people have so many dreams and goals ahead of them, but they're afraid to pursue them sometimes because of that inexplicable feeling that holds us back. We doubt ourselves much too often...sometimes you just need to jump---even if you don't know where you'll land.
Kimberly Gedeon
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Kimberly Gedeon  New York
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