A new chapter starts again,
as I realize life moves on without consent.
I realize that even when happiness salutes me,
doubt stops me from moving forward.
I can't mark the calendar with his name in fear that I'll have to erase it,
I can't let go of the meaningless past that still haunts me,
I can't seem to stop thinking of the what ifs...
The reflection shows me a new born confident woman,
with a lack of direction,
but mostly no devotion.
I had purged of these suffocating feelings,
but now they buzz at my ear,
disturbing each thought with a new thing to consider.
Feelings on paper,
aren't the same as they are typed.
You can press delete and the words are gone,
but unless you have a good eraser,
those words will taunt underneath the subtle me.
I begin a new chapter with uncertainty,
so here I write to a person that knows nothing of me,
yet my every insecurity and fear,
and the fantasy I wished I lived in.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings On Paper
Poetrypoems and feelings of a new chapter in the story we call life; welcome to a journey of emotions going into adulthood 2020-June2023