LOST IN TRANSLATION
your intensity was blinding
from the first conversation
and it felt
like a vacuum or like steel to flint
pulling me in,
striking a spark
with every
heartfelt emotion
you spilled out
until you drew sentiment forth…
a fire from
my very bones
but my strength,
the fuel, is nearly gone
sapped
by the ceaseless feeling of
needing to be your pillar,
the weight of
all your unhappiness
worn across my tender shoulders
like a yoke
it seemed no matter how i tried
it was never enough,
never the right words
and i grew tired;
wearied of wanting so much
to build you up
help you create a foundation
within you
that
wouldn't crumble
then you decided
within your compulsive thoughts
that i must have realized
you're not really
the man for me,
not who i need
and suddenly i comprehend…
i've not considered
what it is that i needed
or wanted
of you
until now it's been
all about the pain you've experienced,
the void your life has been,
your dream of finding love
the escape
you hoped to find
all the sorrow and prayers
the wishes, the yearnings
that culminated
in your finding me
then…
pushing me away
in my knowing how to love
not only you
but everyone i know
you found fault
wallowed in jealousy
instead of embracing
the woman
God
made me to be
suddenly i've seen
what i must
and choose
to let you go and
be true to who i am
and
yet i pray you'll
one day see
you are the instigator
of your own
pain
which means
you can also be the creator
of your own
joy
K. Tate Jacoby
Copyright August 23, 2011
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