I stumble upon these stones
These big heavy reminders of the past.
I stumble and stumble and stumble.
Kick them away hard
Does not go past the corners of my mind.
They roll back again and make me fall
I hesitate,to hold hands,to embrace
What if I drag them along this wretched path.
I stumble again,hands caress me
No!I say,no I plead.
You will see the frightened me,my fraility.
I crave for the warmth you provide
Its so tempting that I could take it all in.
But what if I burn you with my fire?
No,I dont want to leave a scar on u.
Im hoping to see you walk away
It would be better that way.
I will be the proud bearer of those scars
Walk away,to a land where you can breathe
A land with the solace u seek
The solace you will never find with me.
Run away ,before you see the worst
Your pity is the last thing I want.
I am going to stumble again
A pathetic crawling creature that I am.
I have to stop falling
I need to learn to walk among those stones
Need to create a path on my own
And if I ever do find one
I hope it collides with yours.
YOU ARE READING
The Path To You
PoetryA poem on the uncertainty and clarity of relations.the pain of a girl in letting go her loved one because she is afraid of what he will see once the masks fall of.
