I never understood the idea Of fighting to keep The ones you love From walking away If life leaves you With a choice between Them and away And you choose away Wouldn't fighting for you To instead choose to stay Be selfish and unloving And only cause resentment The rest of the way? I say honor their decision And deepen your response Love doesn't possess or keep Love paves the way
P.s. You can read my other poems, that I occasionally write, here.
A bird born Taught to sit From sitting birds before Will sit For what it sees What it hears What it believes Is that birds sit Until one day The sitting bird Sees the soaring bird And everything in a moment Shatters and rebuilds For even a lifetime of sitting Can't stand up To the glorious expanse Of wings no different Seen soaring Touching heaven above A whole new life realized In but a happenstance glance Take the leap Something beyond fear Whispers courageously Sitting isn't what wings Were gifted for
P.s. Here are some of the other poems I sometimes happen to write.
rain scattered wind thrusting feet rushing to escape why run away from that which I was made? one day I will be rain and gusts pouring down and pushing into somebody else’s rushing feet and wouldn’t I unable to speak or say want them to slow and feel and appreciate ...me?
I think of you sometimes And sometimes I smile And sometimes I fall Sometimes I channel it And sometimes I withdrawal Better—I suppose Than not having anything To move or respond to at all.
I sit for 20 minutes Look at the clock And realize it’s only been 3 What’s wrong with me? 20 minutes goes by in 3 When I look at a screen? Why does sitting alone Without the company of a screen Screech things to an unbearable halt? Why can’t I just be? Here with myself Without nervously checking The pixels that seem to control me?