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pinkster
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I used to think that happiness
was hidden in the waters.
It flowed unevenly, ungainfully, but
constantly.
After looking back, I realize,
I lost so much by waiting for
the water to dry up, instead of
reaching deep inside.
I remember that I had forgotten it all.
I forgot the water was my soul,
and that I should grasp
the happiness inside me.
When sadness overtook me,
I cried until I spilled
onto the sandy
banks.
When anger built inside me,
I was sure I would drown
everything from the torrents
I spewed.
But then I know
that all along, I was
wrong.
I realize now, that happiness
is deep inside me;
and you reminded me.
06.22.04
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I know it's been awhile since I posted a poem.. that's cause it has been awhile since I wrote one. They all suck, in any case.
The meaning means more than the words, I can never seem to make them equal.
was hidden in the waters.
It flowed unevenly, ungainfully, but
constantly.
After looking back, I realize,
I lost so much by waiting for
the water to dry up, instead of
reaching deep inside.
I remember that I had forgotten it all.
I forgot the water was my soul,
and that I should grasp
the happiness inside me.
When sadness overtook me,
I cried until I spilled
onto the sandy
banks.
When anger built inside me,
I was sure I would drown
everything from the torrents
I spewed.
But then I know
that all along, I was
wrong.
I realize now, that happiness
is deep inside me;
and you reminded me.
06.22.04
-
I know it's been awhile since I posted a poem.. that's cause it has been awhile since I wrote one. They all suck, in any case.
The meaning means more than the words, I can never seem to make them equal.