#dissaproval
A hint of disapproval
Would turn me upside down
I do not seem to be brave enough
To set it on my own
And splashes of emotions
Of those I can't control
They turn me upside down.
I cannot trust my instinct
I do not feel secure
Of my own inspiration
I need confirmation
And do not know for sure
Whether my devotion
Has the results that I've hoped for
So all this renegation
The fear of humiliation
They turn me upside down
And that I can't control...
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
I don't remember how it felt to be unaware,
to dive into emotion and action without even considering my own limbs.
That flying grace of abandon,
that untainted rapture of a child,
the universal understanding that the world can be fixed with a kiss.
I don't remember what it felt like to keep running,
to be blind to how I was affecting the world.
So soon did they make it clear how I didn't fit,
with broad gait I tripped over the boxes they intended for me.
Conscientious, I cowered and made myself small so I could squeeze in,
accommodating to their disapproval.
How could I have forsaken my youth so swiftly?
I cherish it in the eyes of the little one I know.
That rushing movement of joy,
I want her to keep running and leave me behind.
So that maybe, when she looks back, as I am now,
she'll grasp that moment, throw her head back, and laugh.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC