Creator, Performer, Teacher

Floating Words

Poetry from the core of me.

Lack of Me

Take away my talents

And you take away identity

Strip me of the knowledge

Of who I thought Iā€™d be

I have nothing at the core

That exists internally

Not a thing to showcase

The I that should be me

I locked it all

Behind a wall

So many years ago

The sprouting seeds of someone

Who I could have grown to be

I put the tender sapling

In the darkness of my soul

Stunting growth

And causing such

Destruction in the wake

The wake of that first breaking

The wake of losing love

The wake of waking

To the truth

Of who I truly was

In the echoes of the night

I heard the clanging bells

Of the untold expectations

Clashing with my chosen wills

To risk all I knew for love

Or continue with my life

That was the dilemma

That appeared to me

When he took my hand

I took a chance

And gambled wrong

Placed my bets on him

Only to be shattered

When he walked away again

So I built this person

Assembled from the wreck

Focused all on running from

The threat of a new love

So now you come to search

For the real parts of me

But only find a hollow husk

Made from the lack of me

KJ BellComment