The Fear of Reality
Standing behind the curtain
Reality is about to begin
reflecting on all you are to me;
and it all feels over whelming
heavy is the weight of that responsibility
knowing all you mean to me
and I find myself doubting myself
wondering if I have what it takes
what if I hurt you?
what if I cause you heartaches?
everything counts now
Love is no longer a spectator sport
and I just want to be a clown
I'm not off in the distance
safely observing
cool under control; calculating
I stand naked
Like an actor on the stage
feeling the weight of the limelight
pressing down
and their's no turning back
no place left to run
in the stillness of the moment
the curtain rise
the morning sheds light
your face is branded in my mind
Like 1 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
wow Cherie, I appreciate your comment, I really needed to hear your particular opinion on this one,
your way of understanding and taking the time to truly critique a write is priceless, you are very honest and helpful....thanks for the vulnerability observation as well....it is hard for me to describe the approach I take to poetry; my poems are seldom totally 'real'...some are not linked with me at all, bits and pieces of feelings and thoughts woven together, and most of the time I don't know where they will take me; weird but true...this one is more truth than fiction, but again it doesn't take a straight line...
sis I feel like a heel, I'm on a poetry site submitting my work and not commenting much on the work of other poets, my apologies....I know that for a site like this to work well, it has to be interactive...I'm in one of my weird moods where I feel like writing a lot more than reading, it will soon past though....
thanks again for insightful comment,
thank you sis. you are one of a kind, cheers
********************× infinity...i love last line.that happens sometimes things just happen.
thanks mark, I was trying to capture anxiety when confronted with something new...cheers