when that is, i think it's five
it's the age you remember, even when you are old
how so many things, could make you feel so cold
the world felt different, but somehow wrong
people sang, but you never felt the song
get a book, sit down and read
escape the reality, forget the need
not good enough to make them proud
you are pretty, pulled out for the crowd
you go through life, thinking, no more for me
i'll be different, live reality
but as you grow events emerge
your sad and happy often converge
you think you want to write a story
you never do, because you worry
what will they think when thoughts are rid
of things they never thought they did
i'm going to write about my life
it's sad, it's long, it's filled with strife
a poem, a story, I will write
a chapter or two every night
until you come to know who I am
the ever forgiving, sacrificial lamb
Very nice Kathy.
ReplyDeleteThoughts of feelings are clear inside me, but to put them in writing is not so easy.
ReplyDeleteI have nothing but respect for those who are able to do this.
Thanks for pouring out a portion of your life for all of us Kathy. :o)
keep writitng
ReplyDeleteBeautiful :) love it .
ReplyDeleteThe first two lines are especially good since they immediately capture your attention and are so true!
ReplyDeleteKeep writing, it's beauty is always healing no matter the mood or the moment you're in and amazingly helps yourself as well as others.
always something new
ReplyDeletethat's the stream of life
always something new
we write
we are
there is no end to writing
- who can live without words ?
who can be free from the known ?
Kathy you are a terrific writer. I look forward to reading more of you material. My blog is called My Wacky World of Training and Technology.
ReplyDeleteThis is captivating i like short story's like this it's like little drops of life from a faucet dripping, drip, drop,just pieces of life...
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