Saturday, January 28, 2012
Comfortable in the not knowing
much about you.
Why’d you have to ruin it
find a way to bond with me
pull me in to your inner circle
with kind words and smiles?
Now I’m caught in your grasp,
have to attend all your bashes
laugh at your jokes
hold your hand when you crumble.
Of course, you do that for me too
so maybe I am just a fool
to forget the joy you’ve brought me.
A friend of a friend turned friend,
loyal until the very end
and I’m grateful in the not knowing
what would have been
if you hadn’t offered me a smile
that caused me to tumble for you.
I used to have many colored days
a spectrum of yellow to green
joys and hopes and happiness
reflections of blossoms in spring.
But now my days are gray
with only flecks of colors frayed at the ends
brightest when I’m still at home
in the morning and once my day ends.
A palette smeared and blurred and frantic
from self-inflicted want for growth
but now I’m stressed and overwhelmed
and for hues of orange, I grope.