Let me remake this past. Let me be free.
I cannot help the thing that I’ve become;
So much I’ve carried I should just let be.
It always hurts the second I’m not numb,
I cast my net too wide, and reach too far;
My biggest fear is to be found out – dumb.
But then, you say, “It is the way we are:
The penitent just wear it, like a shawl,
While others smoke it off, or hit a bar.”
And there’s something in that, I guess. For all
Are in this thing together, in the end.
We’re all out walking, til our day to fall.
There’s truth in this, I say it, friend to friend,
But truth brings pain, and pain brings clarity,
If you can hear the thoughts I mean to send:
That what is not expressed is latency,
And freedom carries with it
Misery
Beautiful poem, excellent writing.
Is that an image of you? Reminds me of one of my favorite actors, Paul Giamatti.
Yes, that’s me.
👍
I see the likeness!
Right? Handsome, too. Both of you and Paul Giamatti, too! 😊
Oh you smooth talker you!
So true.