Do you think of those who enter into your world every single day?
Do you see the things they do and hear the words they have to say?
Do they influence the way you think and occasionally react?
Are there those among them with-whom you hold a pact?
Have you those you cherish and greet with every kind of joy?
Are there those among them there by the tolerance that you employ?
Do you see them as they really are or as you choose to do?
And when they return the look do they see the real you?
If you changed your path would they follow you on your way?
Or do you know that any change would bring the ending of a day?
Do you see them and in return do they see the real you?
Or do you kid each other to keep the things mutually you give and do?
Would the changing of your step bring something to an end?
And if it did would that be the measure of someone once called friend?
As these people pass and come and go or linger on their way.
Do they really see and hear you and let you influence their day?
Can it all be measured by what we give and take?
And who among them all is there for love and your own sake?
Have these things been tested in the life you choose to live?
Who is there to take from you but will never choose to give?
If you changed your life to take on some new guise.
Would you see friends who stuck with you and witness love with your own eyes?

I’m searching for an answer

Looking for a solution within
Every touch
Every breath

Asking questions I know I'll never answer
Or you
Alone

I don't know why
I don't know what makes this
I'm lost

Cement pulling me down
Drowning me in the vastness of the void
No choice but to watch the world disappear
Fading
No Answer
Black

gone.

was it worth it?
were her lips as sweet as they seem?
as soft as mine?
did she give that little flutter in your heart that you get when you kiss me?
what about that smile afterwards?
was it as straight, and white, and pretty as you say mine is?
when you look me in the eyes and say you love me,
are you sure you’re not seeing her?
are you sure that you’re not in love with her?
apparently we both make you feel the same.
you see, my bestfriend told me to leave you.
leave you the same way you left me.
alone and clueless.
with no one to go to.
because the person i was supposed to depend on the most,
was kissing someone else.
why should i stay with someone who makes me feel anything less than whole?
i didn’t ask for it to happen like this.
or for it to happen at all.
i won’t ask anymore questions but one,
was it worth it?

a sparkle in your eye
a baby girl's cry

how's she going to spend
the rest of her life?

reaching for perfection
fixing her complexion
and sense of direction

dodging
society's inspections

her father's aggression
her mother's traditional-housewife obsession

trying to escape their
suffocating protection

became an adult
run away across the country
for a new angle of reflection

trying to forget
trying to have no recollection
of their projections
on her own perceptions

learn who she is
over and over again

question question question

she's spending time making
connections between
the past and the present

Upon my soul
he gallantly walked
he gave no mention
nor sensation
so here , I am left
to question
what , I couldn't feel
no warning
that I was his victim
he'd leave me questioning
ever moment
how'd I not know
this stranger I thought
I knew
So gallantly he walked
So to never make a sound
so I never could ?
till he was out of sight
that I'd then dare find
All that was never true
© Jennifer Delong 2/2019