So today, I am totally feeling down. I guess, I'm just in a pooper mood. Here's a poem below which I started working on. It is somehow correlated with my feelings right now.
It's just a draft so far.
"My Own"
Oh, how I long to be
free of thinking maybe "he"
free of doubting constantly
The time comes when this woman
expands no more energy
to swim intuitive grime
testing if this time
it is finally...he.
Another, is to who "he" belongs
No, not yet your own
Pleading for loneliness' mercy
on one's soul desperately
seeking to advocate
the need to associate
with another quite like her
to embrace and conversate with pleasure
Another, is to who "he" belongs
No, not yet your own
This is the version of the "he" that she's dreamed
dreamy from head, with eyes that beam
to toe, handsome to the extreme
Yet another she, is to who "he" belongs
No, still not yet your own.
I’ve number my soul with music waiting for you
…to soothe my heart
…to give me hope
…to fuel my expectations
…to encourage me to wait
It’s been hard
…the long days
…the sleepless nights
…the feelings of inadequacy
…the battle to keep the tears from falling
I am happy that there is my own
Which I shall encounter soon enough
…and if one is not my own
I know my Beloved shall swoop me in His arms
While showing me His perfect will
…reassuring me that His love is sufficient.
