I feel, too much, too fast, too soon.

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By Rowan Finley Published about a year ago • 1 min read

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I feel,

too much,

too fast,

too soon.

Is it a balmy boon?

Or a blasted bomb?

In the making?

Or for the taking?

He rakes the leaves of my heart,

into neat piles to start,

and then, in childlike fashion,

goes crashing,

on top of the piles,

full of happy smiles.

I feel,

too much,

too fast,

too soon.

Is it a curse?

Or, is it worse?

Is it a blessing?

Should I be confessing?

She molds the snow,

in entertaining show,

around my angel frame,

and buries my shame,

always reminding

me of my name on icy silver lining.

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

Komalabout a year ago
It’s almost like you're caught in a tug-of-war between the lightness of the moment and the weight of feeling too much!
L.I.Eabout a year ago
It can be over-stimulating sometimes. Love your poem, its very relatable. But don't be afraid to dive into love and feel all the feelings.
Karan w. about a year ago
I can totally relate to this! It's so meaningful! Great ✨🤗
Colleen Waltersabout a year ago
Very heartfelt and thought-provoking. Empathy/compassion is a gift that we have been given that works well together with discernment. 😊🌺
Maryam Batoolabout a year ago
I feel the same way sometimes; Too much, too soon, too fast :)

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