Tonight it is raining
so I walked outside..
I wanted to feel the cold hard drops
of water hit my skin
on this dark night..
I wanted the water to drench me..
drown me..
seep into my soul..
I wanted to freeze myself
from the inside out..
So no one could ever see
what I am really about..
Sometimes I feel like I am frozen..
as if my heart is made of snow..
Just frozen solid..
My face a mask..
of crystallized ice..
Not showing how I really feel
Just existing..
Never resisting.
Always smiling..
Never missing..
Just what everyone is expecting..
But to walk into the
warm heat of the house..
could break this mask I wear..
Crack the crystallized ice..
Jagged across my face..
Then everyone could see
the ugly inside of me..
Then I would slowly painfully
melt away..
Leaving nothing but a puddle of water
for someone to mop up the next day..
Because that is all I really am...
A sculpture of ice..
My mind frozen solid..
my heart as cold as snow..
Because that is how I really feel..
if you really want to know..
I am only pretending
to please ..
what everyone wants me to be..
Keeping myself frozen..
Staying out of the heat..
So I don't hurt the people I love..
and no one ever has to see..
who I really am.. what I want to be.
So I am but a sculpture..
of what you want in me
Erica
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Reviews of "If You Really Want To Know"
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2003
The more important question is. What do you want in yourself?
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2003
Erica,
your visuals and emotions
excellent Happy Late Birthday sweetie
Den wasdown again when I wanted to write.
Love and Hugs Peggy
Erica this is an exceptional piece of work! Have you entered any of thing anywhere for publication? People can be ice sculptures in their own eyes, but not everyone sees with the same eyes my dear;-)I see you beyond your earthly self a warm loving soul.
Unfortunately I think a lot of us, poets, are here on this planet and we are what people make of us because for some reason a lot of us, not all, are vulnerable and for some reason can be taken forgranted, but inside of us each we have the strongest personality and love and emotions, though it's hidden.
This is a marvelous insightful piece, Erica. Once more, BRILLIANT ;)
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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your visuals and emotions
excellent Happy Late Birthday sweetie
Den wasdown again when I wanted to write.
Love and Hugs Peggy
This is a marvelous insightful piece, Erica. Once more, BRILLIANT ;)
Warm Love,
*-Brittany-*