Fateful and troubled, sweating inside.
The whole of who I am, or who they think they see.
Breathing and bleeding, air that is unseen and blood unbled.
Who could realize the troubles I've had.
Neither out, nor in, neither him nor her.
Yet both please so well, and both send him to hell.
Bother and beg, try and ride, see the life yet dying inside.
Happy and secure, lost and confused, and enigma wrapped in a soul.
Capped and gowned, ready to shine and carefree, scared to show, for fear the world will see.
Strong and free, bound by myself, stuck within, hiding from me.
A man the envy of Eagles and yet, a field mouse inside, alone am I.
A community I can't connect with, a bond to be broken.. one never made?
What is pride, is it only in and for, someone else?
So many come before, and many go again, why must we make ourselves a spectacle the world to see?
Simple and free, being me is for me, why must I label it for the world to see?
Shame, it is not, pain it is, I hurt for fear that no one will see.
See me for me and not for the way I choose to sleep.
Who constructed this cage in which I be? Was it those before? or was it me?
I am happy and know those know, those who see, those who know the real and true me.
In a world where the community is and so overtly seen, I fear, I fear, I am the only one free.
Free from the chains that so many choose to be, I fear, I fear that I am the only one Free.
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Jackie Ford
Hello, beautiful world, as subjective as that phase may sound, due to each person's view of beauty being completely and utterly different. I am a mid-thirties dad, with absolutely no formal training in writing.
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