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| I really took a good look at myself a little while back. I had a rare weekend off and I spent it at home writing and walking around in the woods. While I was at my secret little spot I sat down and started writing the little pin points in my life I was proud of. Things that stood out in my mind. My childhood, my imagination, puberty, school, emotions... and I somehow mashed them all into one poem. So, plainly put, this poem is me. |
| It's so complex, This person I've become. Just a babe and still, I amused everyone. "Look at her, her Name is Jackie! Named after Jack." It couldn't be more tacky. And soon I grew, 'Till I could move myself. This picture of innocence, Their little elf. As I stretched, Soon I'd see, The wonderous world, Of little ol' me. I escaped the big ones, The boring cliche. Let my mind wander, Along it's merry way. Discovering places, So vibrant, so new, Until one day, I ran into you. My other self, As confusing as the first. But now introduced wonders, Quite certainly the worst. School years changed, I was no longer a child. Newborn to teen, So reckless and wild. All imagination, so strong sill, Took a darker turn, why? There were new faces, and bodies, The male species, oh my. But I refused, turned them down, I would not stray. A moment's pleasure I would not give, Knowing my body would pay. As difficult as it was, I stayed myself true. Knowing in my heart, That one day I'd meet you. And even still, I wonder how, I've remained faithful, To you even now. When I've never seen, Nor heard from your lips. But I wait and picture you, And my heart, it always skips. No longer reckless, Though still a little wild. No longer innocent, I harbor my inner child. Though far from old, And no longer a young one, I continue along, Making my own fun. I wait for this, What must be next. Coming full circle, My life, it must be hexed. I've run into you again, So vibrant and so alive. Making me feel so new, The reason I survive. It's so complex, This person I've become. Just one more day, And you and I will be one. But only if, You'll accept this gift. From me, in everything I see, I hope, I lift. Give me love, In every word that you have sung. It's so complex, This path that I've begun. |
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