I Want To Share A Poem

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.

I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

SW-User

I've dared, and dare, and will dare to dream. I haven't seen much in the way of results, but I dare say I do dare.

I've made a fool of myself more than once....today.

I feel like I should be closed off. Shut down. Gone fishing, be back in 15 years.....but I still kick at that same can every time I come within reach of it.

I've sat with pain until it hurt, and I gotta tell ya, I would stick my head in the sand if I could. If I could run, I would run, if my conscience wasn't chained to the damn floor.

I used to celebrate freely, and dance with abandonment, but lately I approach life with caution and trepidation.

It might not interest you to know that everything I'm telling you is the truth....so far....as far as I know.🤔

I struggle to be true to myself at the expense of certain loved ones whose feelings I actually cast in higher regard than those of my own.

I see beauty in stuff.....not all stuff, and not all day every day, but I find some things beautiful none the less.

I've howled at the moon a few times.

I get up every day and do the best I can to get shit done.

I've literally stood in the middle of a fire....no joke. I got scars to prove it.

Inside? I don't know that I ever looked that deep.

I have gotten used to sleeping alone, so out of necessity more than choice, I face my demons day and night, and sleep like a baby when the time comes....minus the 2am feedings, diaper changes and just general fussiness.

So when do I get to see the answers?

SW-User

Nice.. Although, I don't understand it all.. :?

Care to elaborate "If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy." ?

lovingdead · 31-35, M

I have no words. This is poetry, the essence of the human soul distilled into words