The World Before Her

Inspirational Poetry

Anxiety …

Palms sweating, mind swirling

Heart beating so hard it almost feels like an attack

Facing the unknown always seems to do that to me

But I had you

 

Self doubt …

Where am I going?

For what am I searching?

When I have you?

Each step seem to get heavier and my palm gets sweatier

as that open door seem to get farer

away … from …you….

Joan, Can’t you be satisfied with your constant state of sure?

Can’t you be content to not want anything more?

Can’t you just wake up on the right side of the bed

And not have such hopes twirling around that head

When, after all, I do have you…

 

the one sure, constant, dull, tedious, uninteresting, boring you

Yeah you,

You know who I mean

That place we call home, inside of our head

Or that person that feels like safety beside you in your bed

Or that lid of passion, jar of secrets, that you never want to be exposed

For what would everyone think…if they knew

That you wanted more than to be

that one sure, constant, dull, tedious, uninteresting, boring, heart breaking, frightened you

 

Whose afraid to make a path through mountains, never trod

Whose afraid to pen words that the best song writers never said

Whose afraid to speak louder and bolder

And take chances that your ancestors were never given

Whose afraid to go farther than any astronaut has ever gotten

Whose afraid …

Huh….

Whose just simply… Afraid…

Because you’ve relied on your weakness, than the strength that’s within

And was satisfied to eat the crumbs that was left there for him

And said shhh…to the desires that once bubbled to the top

Until the bubbles ….well … they’ve finally stopped

 

So, you …

yeah you ..

you tap yourself on the back, for never breaking the mold

For never taking not even one step closer to your goal

Here take a sip of that water and quell your desire

Thou anxiety may surround me, you ain’t outing my fire

My palms may be sweating, mind twirling, so what?

Heart beating so hard it almost feels like an attack

World before me

And with you at my back

For I can’t spend one more day with you …

that one sure, constant, dull, tedious, uninteresting, boring, heart breaking, life draining you

I want more

written by:

Joan Maynard

Hi everyone, I am Joan. A small woman with a big voice and a big personality. I have been blessed with many talents poetry, music, designing, but my favorite is the gift of teaching, being my #1 joy. I hope you are blessed by the content on this site. So God bless you!Connect With Me On Facebook

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