The truth-
any version of it
is not
U.N.C.O.M.F.O.R.T.A.B.L.E.
but the acceptance;
call it sinful
or feelings
i must be ashamed of,
mock my heart
or give standing ovation
for the courage;
brush my ideas
into cans of hopelessness
or fuel them
with your undirected anger;
I am what we desired
not; neither what you imagine,
I am for you – you are for me –
we are everything –
born from
N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
—
Prompted @ OSI , Sunday Scribblings
“I am for you – you are for me –
we are everything –
born from
N.O.T.H.I.N.G.”
Loved these lines 🙂
The image is also fascinating and very apt for the words!
Thanks for sharing.
Uncomfortably yours! Nice thought!
This is beautiful…we are from NOTHING!
Jaye
brush my ideas into cans of hopelessness, wow, strong words, I can feel them
A thought-provoking piece… well done!
Well written lines. They give a real picture of the two in question.
Loved this one, you put the words in so ease …. Feeling it.. Nice…
Lovely poem ..
everything born from nothing Very nice
I was caught up in the ‘cans of hopelessness’..we all have a few of those in the cupboard don’t we..great write..Jae
Thought provoking…
Nicely penned.
Feel guilty for the way we feel? Never.
Fantastic poem.
Your writing continues to amaze and inspire. You have such a gift and I am happy you share it here. Beautifully written.
So true!
Love this piece.
You have captured what is in my mind as of late. This is gorgeous!!! Thanks for sharing~~~
Love the picture. Very sacrificial, yet so romantic. The poem contains so many monumental statements, all of them wonderful. Great writing!