I LEARNED I WAS VALUABLE
Our eyes never really quite met
and my mind wandered down
barren halls filled with white
noise full of grey sound,
static-
Your voice,
void of content
that even the swings,
swayed,
To Stop-
And little kids
lost interest in the circus.
Mumble-jumble,
tongue flapping,
spittle-dribble tossed words,
spoken only for your amusement.
You - Amuse - Yourself.
A clown with no make-up on
but your lines are still blurred.
Bleary-eyed blather,
you go on...
and on...
and on…
Let me hear my thoughts!
And put my cup in the right place.
I am right handed, you know.
I learned I was valuable-
That day,
the day I saw you last standing
in rose-colored shades
a peek,
through frosted pink glass,
it was time-
I knew in my mind you,
were unaware.
I learned I was valuable-
When I showed up
wearing the sun in my eyes
and your head was wrapped
in dark fog.
You didn’t notice yellow
was so bright standing
in the stunning day of light.
That moment,
you filled yourself up
in front of me
blinded and bloated,
chitty-chat chatting yet,
you could never bear
the battered blistered pangs
persisting deep inside my gut-
I learned I was valuable-
When the Keys to my Kingdom
fell to the floor and my heart
lay open at the beat of your feet.
My exhale,
waiting...
For a step or even just a flinch
but never, ever-
to bend to your will again.
I watched the hero fight
for His love even beyond
what the screen could hold
and I knew,
there was more-
There was much... much... more.
I learned I was valuable-
When I stepped out of my own skin
and time gave way to the fields
to play, to move through
breeze of past, climbing up
to the tip of that mountain
wearing, the Sun in my Eyes-
I was valuable-
And with that,
I chose to never see you again.
- Tiny Poet, I Learned I was Valuable, 2016
and my mind wandered down
barren halls filled with white
noise full of grey sound,
static-
Your voice,
void of content
that even the swings,
swayed,
To Stop-
And little kids
lost interest in the circus.
Mumble-jumble,
tongue flapping,
spittle-dribble tossed words,
spoken only for your amusement.
You - Amuse - Yourself.
A clown with no make-up on
but your lines are still blurred.
Bleary-eyed blather,
you go on...
and on...
and on…
Let me hear my thoughts!
And put my cup in the right place.
I am right handed, you know.
I learned I was valuable-
That day,
the day I saw you last standing
in rose-colored shades
a peek,
through frosted pink glass,
it was time-
I knew in my mind you,
were unaware.
I learned I was valuable-
When I showed up
wearing the sun in my eyes
and your head was wrapped
in dark fog.
You didn’t notice yellow
was so bright standing
in the stunning day of light.
That moment,
you filled yourself up
in front of me
blinded and bloated,
chitty-chat chatting yet,
you could never bear
the battered blistered pangs
persisting deep inside my gut-
I learned I was valuable-
When the Keys to my Kingdom
fell to the floor and my heart
lay open at the beat of your feet.
My exhale,
waiting...
For a step or even just a flinch
but never, ever-
to bend to your will again.
I watched the hero fight
for His love even beyond
what the screen could hold
and I knew,
there was more-
There was much... much... more.
I learned I was valuable-
When I stepped out of my own skin
and time gave way to the fields
to play, to move through
breeze of past, climbing up
to the tip of that mountain
wearing, the Sun in my Eyes-
I was valuable-
And with that,
I chose to never see you again.
- Tiny Poet, I Learned I was Valuable, 2016