I wrote this poem on 12/15/2003. Sometimes it is cool to take a look back at things you wrote awhile back to gauge the difference in your style. I hope that you enjoy.
How could it be that after such a long time,
My thoughts betray my heart,
My thoughts betray my smile,
My thoughts betray all that surround me?
Trust only yourself, I think.
Protect your heart, I think.
Don’t let anyone get too close, I think.
Am I afraid?
Afraid of someone betraying me?
Afraid of someone knowing me?
Afraid of someone loving me?
Knowing me, I think not.
Loving me, I think not.
Betraying me, I think that’s the answer.
Change is constant.
It is something that I have learned to embrace.
Consistency has yet to make a favorable impression on me.
It’s a part of nature.
It’s a part of life.
People change like days turn to night.
So I let people come in and out of my life,
Accepting them for the duration they stay,
And hoping they don’t overstay their welcome,
And that they leave behind
An impression more favorable than consistency.