Monday, April 6, 2009


The games we play bend and curve the truth so far past anything recognizable
I don’t know what is and what isn’t

Left and right have no significance

2 steps ahead
Loosing speed
and walking backwards

I’d read your mind if I could see
See who you really are, where you’re going, what you’re thinking

But I cannot let you in
I’m still lost in my own jumbled identity

Patience is something I need
You cannot force things that should not be

Back to the boards for now
Thinking strategy all too often
I move my knight
You capture the heart of my queen
Every time

Smiles turn to panic when you’re not near
Too many thoughts run through my head
Aiming at my heart with daggers

If things were easier, I’d loose all the excitement
The emotional battleground we fear so passionately
But crave so desperately when we are not standing in the cross fire
On the battle fields of uncertainty

Taking this in and breathing
I talk up my own self-confidence
and march forward, in a strong suit of armor
Trembling inside as I slowly learn what way to turn
Straight ahead

I only fear what’s happened before.
This is now
I am no longer

So hard to envision the unknown
Taking the moments with you as they come
Blossoms take shape and form delicate little flowers
To fragile to pick
Admired from afar


Christine said...

I feel a little exposed reading this today.
For some reason, I completly relate.

Carrie Amie said...

Thanks! You do understand the idea, exposed while not wanting to be but, at the same time you have to be.