Maybe I have blinkers on
That is unsurprising
I had so many contacts because I made sure I was blind
I lived in the dark hand in hand with my fears
Just so I didn't loose my mind
Taking my blinkers off was blinding
Which was so surprise
I lost so many contacts when I started to see the light
They spat from there mouths enraged that I had left them in the dark
I had always lost my way
Because they had always put water to my spark
My feet felt estranged by the road less travelled
Scott Peck told me this is not surprising
Your feet will get bruised and bumped without the shoes
The toughest roads are always the most rewarding
It's the bumps and bruises that I choose
I guess they will never understand
There path is easy because it is never changing
Watching me struggle as I cut down the weeds and start rearranging
Trying to see the flower sprouting through the mud
Without my blinkers on
Finding the flower doesn't seem to much
I guess they will never understand why I am squinting through my path
But they will understand
When the sunlight flaunts my flower-garden at the aftermath
I'm excited to see my enlightened results too.
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoésieA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
