I Want Permission

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Oct 9, 2011.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    What do you want?
    A shrug that says you don’t mean a thing.
    So you don’t get the honest answer.
    I want to be a _________. Get a degree from _________.
    Have three kids and a picket fence.
    And I do vaguely want those things.
    Or at the least, I want to want them.
    But the real answer hidden under
    my well-meaning, don’t-hurt-where-you-don’t-have-to, tongue
    is—I want to give up. Let go. What have you.
    And I want you to give me permission.
    My heart’s just not in it.
    My mind has fallen most of the way down the rabbit hole
    and I’m alone here.
    Alone in crowded rooms.
    In empty apartments.
    I am not myself.
    Or the person that I am is not compatible with the world it inhabits.
    Or maybe just my comprehension is lacking.
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I like this poem i can relate to what is being said so much well written hun
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