Poetry
Somewhere.
Kash Baloch·July 5, 2012·Original
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Filled with new light and perspective, I no longer feel the need to be so defensive as I realize that idle talk is just cheap while the refusal to achieve my goals comes at a price that is more expensive.  My heart is once again open as my smile has ceased to be so pensive.  Yet somehow you still deny that I have altered, still act though I tripped, stumbled, and faltered.  Right as rain, I have changed; grown as tall as the redwood trees.  While you have merely remained a name wistfully whispered by their leaves' lonely breeze.  Unnerved and at ease, my spirit sails amongst the stars as it silently reflects on how I have travelled so far.  Crossed heartbreak hotels which were the homes where I once lived.  Happier now than ever before now that I am finally growing up; I am no longer just a kid.  Yet somehow you still deny that I am wise beyond my years.  Hold on to the notion that I am still haunted by my fears.  You refuse to accept that I am blissfully blessed.  You would only love me if I had remained vulnerable and undressed.  Success is right around the corner now as I have started to rightfully reap what I sow.  I hold on tighter to my dreams of destiny, relinquished the worst that composed the rest of me.  Yet somehow you still act as if I am a pawn in your charmed game of Chess.  Believe that I am weaker than the values in the west.  I will rise again, as I am not a flightless bird, accept that I have learned from the endless obstacles that I have endured.  Another day, another dollar, you drift away and then get smaller.  Shrinking faster than you can run, I just wish I could say that it was fun.  You blew it before you knew it, bit off more than you could chew.  Acted like I would not make it, now it's your life that is somehow subdued.  Yet somehow it is still my fault that your life stands at a hallow halt, somehow you claim I am the one, the moon, that has eclipsed yourshallow sun.  I am the ruler, my kingdom is no longer weak.  My sorrow has been undone, it and you are now antiques. Yet somehow, somewhere, over the rainbow, you and I may once again, find ourselves dancing cheek to cheek.

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