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Two people cannot run towards each other blindly without colliding at some point, maybe breaking each other just a bit, cracking all the boundaries we have built for structure and protection in this confusing world. I understand that you need a bit of time, to teach yourself to either become watertight again, or to at least appear so, or maybe to live with these small vulnerabilities. So hey, I'm opening my eyes. I'm not running, unseeing, at you (r core), anymore. Take your time, take some air, learn the feel of you(r walls) once more. I'm walking carefully, now, feeling my way around the painfully invigorating reality I couldn't see before. When you are ready to see me again, I will walk to you, and meet you halfway. Until then, I am just waiting. And that's something I need to teach myself to do, too. And that's okay. I know that if I see you again, our eyes will be clear, and our smiles honest, and our fissures healed, or just maybe they will have become another essential opening, to let the other in.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
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Two people cannot run towards each other blindly without colliding at some point, maybe breaking each other just a bit, cracking all the boundaries we have built for structure and protection in this confusing world. I understand that you need a bit of time, to teach yourself to either become watertight again, or to at least appear so, or maybe to live with these small vulnerabilities. So hey, I'm opening my eyes. I'm not running, unseeing, at you (r core), anymore. Take your time, take some air, learn the feel of you(r walls) once more. I'm walking carefully, now, feeling my way around the painfully invigorating reality I couldn't see before. When you are ready to see me again, I will walk to you, and meet you halfway. Until then, I am just waiting. And that's something I need to teach myself to do, too. And that's okay. I know that if I see you again, our eyes will be clear, and our smiles honest, and our fissures healed, or just maybe they will have become another essential opening, to let the other in.
February 16, 2014 4:19 PM edited February 23, 2014
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
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