The Longing

It’s so easy to lose sight
of who you really are,
the person down underneath,
when you’re constantly drifting away
like a small boat being carried out
on a restless sea. It’s just too easy
to close your eyes and try to be
what others need you to be
never realizing that along the way
you lost yourself in
everyone else’s needs. The longing
awakens in you like an erection
in the middle of the day – inconvenient.
Not now, you think. It’s so easy.
Then one day you find yourself all alone,
sitting in the car in a half-empty parking
lot, ruminating on all the times when
you came close, but not close enough,
and now wondering if it’s too late.
Jarring you away from the calling in
your soul, your phone will ring.
Another convenient inconvenience.
We need bread, the voice on the other
end will say. I know, your whisper
barely carries over the line. They hear
only because they know. Have always known.
Eventually, you will wipe away your tears,
drive to the convenience store where you
will purchase bread that you are certain
is past its expiration date. As you walk to
the front of the store, you will leave the longing
that was awakened in you on one of the
barren shelves. Maybe it’ll be of use
to someone else. You know it’ll find it way
back to you, eventually, that feeling, but you’ll
just tell it, not now. Not today.

Peace & Love,
Rosalind

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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