i wrote something...
The words have been swirling around in my head for a while...didn't come out the way I thought it would...but perhaps it wasn't supposed to.
Contact
I struggle with it sometimes,
though I doubt you'd know.
Trying to hide it,
I put on a good show.
A crack in the wall that I erect,
few have ever tried to scale
or see beyond...
The wake is sometimes rough
in this ocean of blue
even I struggle at times,
when I am not as strong.
There have been moments where
my guard was not as high
and you held it for an instant
before I shifted, breaking the hold.
Scars run deep
and old habits die hard...
my head and my heart
have yet to join forces
as they struggle for control.
Perhaps the key is in the words
the ones that go unsaid.
As emotions run high,
high as the tides that rage
within my eyes.
Those which I shield from you,
afraid. Afraid to make contact.
--
"You have got to believe deep down within yourself, that you are destine to do great things" -- Joe Paterno
Contact
I struggle with it sometimes,
though I doubt you'd know.
Trying to hide it,
I put on a good show.
A crack in the wall that I erect,
few have ever tried to scale
or see beyond...
The wake is sometimes rough
in this ocean of blue
even I struggle at times,
when I am not as strong.
There have been moments where
my guard was not as high
and you held it for an instant
before I shifted, breaking the hold.
Scars run deep
and old habits die hard...
my head and my heart
have yet to join forces
as they struggle for control.
Perhaps the key is in the words
the ones that go unsaid.
As emotions run high,
high as the tides that rage
within my eyes.
Those which I shield from you,
afraid. Afraid to make contact.
--
"You have got to believe deep down within yourself, that you are destine to do great things" -- Joe Paterno