Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Have You Ever Felt



Have you ever felt
On the edge of life but not quite part of it?
Like happiness is at your fingertips
But just beyond your grasp?

Have you ever felt
That you were looking in
From a cold night
Through a lighted window
At a warm room
Where smiling people
Share a meal and a drink,
Music and affectionate companionship?
That maybe you could go inside,
Be a part of it,
If only you had the courage
To ring the damn doorbell?

Have you ever felt like a child
In a world full of grownups
All beautiful and accomplished,
Intelligent and articulate?
That anything you have to say
Is so elementary to them?
That to them inevitably
You are only a child?

An orphaned child
Who never has and never will know
The love and warmth of family?
Have you wondered how much
You’ll ever truly matter to another?
How much you can accomplish in life?

If you understand what I say,
You know how easy it is to despair.
You learn to function despite those demons
You and I share.
You keep a stiff upper lip.
You carry on, but they’re always there.
The darkness resurfaces now and then
And you don’t even know why.
I wish I could meet and talk with you
And together we could keep them at bay.

If you don’t understand,
And I hope you never do,
Sympathize and be kind because
You never know what lies
Deep beneath the surface
Of those you encounter on any ordinary day.

Guinevere



Saying “I love you” is complicated
Because I also stand in awe of you,
Your wisdom, your intelligence,
Your lofty ideals,
Your singleness of purpose,
Your nobility.

I could sit at your feet for hours
Listening to your eagerness, your drive
In your quest for your Holy Grail.
I wish I could link our destinies forever,
Take my place at your side
And make your quest mine too.

You envision my doing so,
But I fear I’m Guinevere.
I’ll ruin everything you stand for,
Everything you are.

I love another in different way.
He’d be my Lancelot
He’d be my downfall
If we gave in to each other.

His nobility’s beyond question, too,
Part of what draws me to him.
But all notions of chivalry aside,
This may be stronger than both of us.

You may be a hero;
You may raise the world from a new Dark Age.
You may fall victim to a Morgan
Who will deceive you with black magic
And lay your Camelot to waste
And no Merlin could prevent it.

I won’t be part of that evil,
As much guilt as I bear.
Yet, in spite of myself,
Am I doomed to be part of a disaster
And spend the rest of my days in penance?

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