An Invitation to My World....
This is something I wrote a few years ago, sometimes it fits, sometimes it doesn't. Make of it what you will....
I saw you on the street today,
you asked how I was doing.
I said, "Fine."
Of course I said, "Fine!"
What? Did you really want me to tell you how I felt?
Did you really want to know?
No, of course you didn't.
You were just making...
conversation.
Did you think I would tell you...
could ever tell you...
Tell you about My World?
I want to tell you.
I want to tell someone!
To let someone see...
I need to.
But I can't.
I want to let you see my world,
but there is not much to see there.
There are too many walls.
Walls... enclosing things I want to forget,
enclosing things I don't even know are there.
I built these walls a long time ago,
Long before I met you.
Walls around the pain;
around the heartache;
around what it means to be...
Human.
I built the walls to last,
I didn't want to ever be bothered again
by what I put behind these walls.
But now, here,
with you beside me...
I want to see beyond the walls
In My World.
I want to feel the breezes of Love and Passion;
I want to see a fire of Hatred;
I want to see a sunshine of Happiness reflected in a lake of tears...
But I can't.
There are too many walls here for me to know
what it is to truly be...
Alive.
Sometimes, I find a way to climb on top of a wall,
where I can see the sunshine dancing on the lake,
and feel the gentle breezes warmed by a fire...
But then I see what's behind the walls...
and I become afraid,
so I climb back down.
I know, if you help me,
together we can begin tearing donw the walls...
Brick-by-brick-by...brick.
It will take a long time;
but I know with your help, acceptance and understanding
I can tear down the walls and let you in.
To see My World...
But...
Then again...
You really don't want to see.
* * *
I saw you on the street today,
you asked how I was doing.
I know I lied when I said, "Fine."
But, since you were only making...
conversation,
You will never know.
~JD~
An Invitation to my World
I saw you on the street today,
you asked how I was doing.
I said, "Fine."
Of course I said, "Fine!"
What? Did you really want me to tell you how I felt?
Did you really want to know?
No, of course you didn't.
You were just making...
conversation.
Did you think I would tell you...
could ever tell you...
Tell you about My World?
I want to tell you.
I want to tell someone!
To let someone see...
I need to.
But I can't.
I want to let you see my world,
but there is not much to see there.
There are too many walls.
Walls... enclosing things I want to forget,
enclosing things I don't even know are there.
I built these walls a long time ago,
Long before I met you.
Walls around the pain;
around the heartache;
around what it means to be...
Human.
I built the walls to last,
I didn't want to ever be bothered again
by what I put behind these walls.
But now, here,
with you beside me...
I want to see beyond the walls
In My World.
I want to feel the breezes of Love and Passion;
I want to see a fire of Hatred;
I want to see a sunshine of Happiness reflected in a lake of tears...
But I can't.
There are too many walls here for me to know
what it is to truly be...
Alive.
Sometimes, I find a way to climb on top of a wall,
where I can see the sunshine dancing on the lake,
and feel the gentle breezes warmed by a fire...
But then I see what's behind the walls...
and I become afraid,
so I climb back down.
I know, if you help me,
together we can begin tearing donw the walls...
Brick-by-brick-by...brick.
It will take a long time;
but I know with your help, acceptance and understanding
I can tear down the walls and let you in.
To see My World...
But...
Then again...
You really don't want to see.
* * *
I saw you on the street today,
you asked how I was doing.
I know I lied when I said, "Fine."
But, since you were only making...
conversation,
You will never know.
~JD~