HIDDEN GEM(6-28-98)
I wanted to look good
To show that I could speak to him
With diplomacy and just this once
Avoid a fight.
Or as it happened, looking bad
I gave in and admitted my mistake
Agreed that I wasn’t as good,
That he knew more.
What is it that keeps me
Locked in this pattern?
Always feeling he knows more
Or that I know less and am less.
Each time I think I have it in control
I sabotage myself, I disrespect me
My power, intellect and strength
I shoot myself, no one else does
What can I do to realize
What a gem I really am?
Sweet Rose
6 comments:
hi rose its me ... ravi the rat.... heh heh heh... i wrote all those poems on my blog... about my past... nice puppies... and am sad to hear bout your sis... the spirit of a butterfly would be as arrogant as its colours... the irony of it being so delicate but loud to everything that surrounds it.. including its enemies..
Wow that is so cool, how do throw that stuff out?
Hello ms Rose this is a very good poem! I hope nothing bad happened in your life, and you wrote this for leisure only. Spring is here, yeah its much better for you to get out there and have some fun with puppies and grand daughters! I love the spring hyacinth!
Shiyi something bad happens in every life, I wouldn't be as cool without it. Good hearing from you.
Yeah i understand but i really hope things are not really THAT bad! :D
not now but once they were
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