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 own 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 chatter
yet you, could never bear the battered
and 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.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
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 own 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 chatter
yet you, could never bear the battered
and 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.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
