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My teacher gave an order to write a poem for class. Creative Writing that is... funny... poems have always been so easy for me to write. My favorite thing even... but it seems that I hit the biggest writer's block I'd had in forever. It didn't help that he doesn't like form or rhyme. I was literally stumped... But then... I realized that there was something I was missing. You see... I have a good friend. One that has always been there for me... so patient, forgiving even the cruelest of selfishness on my part. And I unwittingly fell into the vicious cycle of selfishness again. I wish now... that I'd paid more attention to something other than myself. I always tell people I want to be there for them... and one that did so much to be there for me, I didn't even try to listen to. Now, usually when I write a poem for someone... I won't say who it's for. Because usually they are too emotional. But this time I want him to know... I want it to be known. Aaron, this was written for you... about you. And it's my apology. I don't know if you'll get this... but it's true. I'm sorry. But hey... this time I didn't run away ne? I'm still here. -Smiles- I hope you like it...
Sin of Forgetfulness
There are things, things that are taken for granted
The soft patter of rain, careening earthward with muted hiss
The sun painting the sky, vibrant shades on the horizon
So often missed, often forgotten as thoughts turn inward
There’s a tyranny, in things long past
Needing to let go, running a race of forgetting
Sweeping through life, sprinting for an end
Then we miss something, something preciously warm
Wanting more, things that just can’t be had
Selfishly grasping for, but never quite reaching
Yet so patiently, lacking judgment giving faith
Why did you stand there, wanting nothing from me?
What did it take, to bring me collapsing down?
What were you feeling, as I ran looping circles?
Did it hurt you, I was so focused within my world
Will you forgive me, as I dizzily regain my footing
Are you still there, or did I miss the sunset
Can you still hear, or have I been silent too long
Now I stand waiting, the rain hissing in my ears
I find myself watching, blinded by the sun’s rays
Here I am, it’s my turn you see
So I’ll be patient, until you need me some day.
Love you. ^^ - Heidi
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