Fingertips of Little Apologies- A Lost Poem- Soliloquy Sunday!

in #poem7 years ago

A little digging in some old, dusty digital drawers was done today!



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And look at what emerged! An old poem! It's a little sad, and a lot full of love!

Everyone battles with their own insecurities when loving another. It is kind of a hard thing to deal with, and I used to do it with words!

Remember, love yourself! And they will love you even more! <3



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In your eyes
I see worry

Pasts flashing
in hot white heat
washing over me
and scorching
my individuality

And I worry

That I will be nothing more
than a reminder
of all the things I'm not

Of all the things
I may never be

And you will walk away
like all the others

Because I am slow
and contemplative
because I weigh words
in extended silence

Sometimes they are heavy
hard to get my arms around
And I take my time

I worry

That I will never be enough
because I have never been

Why would I be now?

For someone so quick
and sure footed

as I bumble along beside you
in all my awkward pose

My desire to assist or be present
dueling with my fear
of being in the way

or even being seen

Lest a spotlight illuminates
all the faults
and the strange ways
that I move

Invisible
quiet
is the best defense
against myself

sometimes

And even then,
laid low in shadows
you demand me to be seen

when you don't seem to like what is there

Confusion

Fear

Afraid to change
because then I am weak
afraid to stay the same
because then I am faulty

broken

defected

branded and discarded

I seem to only have
the wrong answers
and fumbling actions

in my arsenal

Resting bitch face
and an apprehensive soul

When night falls
and I pull you into bed

That is when I can be myself

softly spoken
because you aren't far
slow
because we have nowhere to be
calm
because the smell of your skin
soothes me

and you smile
more
then you have all day
when I curl up close
and kiss your chest

Showing my love
appreciation
in gentle caress

fingertips of little apologies
Unsure if you hear them
Or even know

How I regret
words unspoken
enthusiasm improperly showed
interest misconstrued
interruptions
intent seemingly unclear

All the wrong steps
while I learn to dance again.

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how glad if you are willing to vote me ...
i expect it from you ..
Thank you in advance..

I like it.

Getting the feels.

This reminds me of a dream I had back when I was a little kid. I hope you grab inspiration from dreams too! They are such a wonderful world that many people can't even visit anymore due to bad sleep or whatever. Beautiful poem <3

thank you, your post

Wow. That looks like time ravaged that so long. It makes it that much more interesting.

Me gusto tu escrito, yo tambien escribo y bueno me gustaria que me aconsejaras y opinaras sobre uno de mis escritos, saludos
https://steemit.com/poetry/@luismorales/como-encuentro-el-mundo-en-ti

hmm!
look inspired by the words, and moving of motion.

Looks good :)

Hey there!
I really love your work and I wanted to try something like this myself :)
I hope you like it ! :)

'All the wrong steps
while I learn to dance again.'

Loved this

Powerful words wonderfully-woven... amazing work. Thank you for sharing <3

How I worry
That I'll never have enough
To be able to give enough

Yes! I worry
Of who makes her smile
When I am away.

And still I worry
For everything perfect
Is never as perfect as should be.

This is what delved into my head after reading your poetry.
It is nice@sammosk
You can check my own poems on my blog too
💪

Hi, I came upon your poem in the trending poetry section. I loved the rhythm of this. Slow and steady, cos you're slow and contemplative. Will have to have a look at your other stuff now. :)

I loved ...
especially when he says
"Because I'm slow
and contemplative
because I weigh the words
in prolonged silence

Sometimes they are very
difficult to embrace
and I take my time

It worries me

That I will never be enough
because I've never been ..."

usually happens to me, find treasure in the trunk of writings ...
You can look at some of my post (=
https://steemit.com/poetry/@simonegenn/beyond