My Wild Heart. {poetry}
I feel suffocated inside.
How long do I have to hide?
Put up this charade
Smile as if nothing’s wrong
When everything in me wants to run.
I feel called to a higher purpose.
Yet every time I reach for it,
I fall.
Did I make the wrong decisions
Or am I just telling myself lies?
Why can’t I seem to fly?
Should I have jumped when I held
Or has my time just not come?
Am I doomed to this life
Mundane living paycheck to paycheck?
I just always believed life was so much more than that.
I ran away to heal,
To soar like the eagles.
My wings were clipped
And I wanted new ones.
And just when I learned to fly again
The net came swooping over me.
I believed that I was meant to do something great.
I believed that my life was meant for more than the norm.
Yet I just can’t seem to take off.
What am I doing wrong?
Or am I just wrong?
Am I meant to live this life just like everyone else?
Why can’t I stay free?
My wild heart deserves to roam.
Am I doomed to run in circles the rest of my life
Dreaming a dreamer’s dream
Yet never getting off the ground?
I thought I had it,
Enough fight in me.
Enough stamina to never give up
Now I just don’t know how to keep going
Those who love me care,
But they don’t believe.
They just don’t dream as big as me.
And the more I’m around them,
The less I believe.
I wish I could rewind,
Take the chances I should have.
But my heart just wasn’t ready.
I was too broken to see
The opportunities that lay before me.
Now I’m back where I started
Alone and crying.
Trying to fight but losing every battle I wage.
I am powerless and weak
Every door locking,
There is no way out.
I have nothing.
Nowhere to go.
I try to hold the faith.
That God is near
And has something big in store.
But honestly is that really true?
Or am I just hoping for something more than what I should?
I just can’t keeping going.
A dreamer’s dream,
I just can’t do this anymore.
Oh right, this is the part where I’m expected to say how I triumph
How things will get better, but the truth is,
I’m not sure they will.
This is not that kind of poem.
You fight and you fight
Only to end in despair.
No one comes to help because
No one truly is there.
Every door I come to is locked
Or only grants me a peek
Then laughs in my face when I try to break through.
A father who cannot stand for his daughter to disagree
A mother who does not see the woman her daughter has become
Friends who refuse to see the truth of her wild heart
No one is there
I am alone
The woman I knew who guided me
Has now lived in heaven for two years
Every day I miss her
Every day I wish I could just talk to her
She would tell me what to do
She would tell me where I’m right and where I’m wrong
Now I live in silence
Not knowing which way is up and which way is down.
God is near but never makes a sound
I feel His presence yet no answer to my anguish
I wish I could sit and talk to Him
Have a conversation like my grandmother and I did
Where I talk and He talks back
Guiding me, telling me to hold on
Or go this way, not that way
I just wish I knew and wasn’t guessing.
I wish I had a clear sign.
I feel like I’m called to a different purpose
But every time I try, I fail
Not knowing whether the fault is time or mine
We are taught to be positive in all circumstances
Taught to be happy and perform a charade
Taught to hope and have faith
But where are those people when all faith and hope is gone
And you can’t seem to get it back no matter how hard you try?
Either disappeared or criticizing you
Because you’re wrong for not having faith.
You’re the weak one and should be ashamed.
This poem is about that moment
Showcasing it in all its ugliness and grandeur
And praying that somehow maybe I’m not alone.
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Karen Kirby is a southerner who loves theater and poetry. She believes these are the two best ways to spotlight problems and emotions in the world that are often swept under the rug. Today’s society does not always allow a person to express their deep emotions or feelings. They are often deemed ‘sensitive’ or ‘crazy’ even for expressing how they truly feel. Yet in poetry and theater one can express these deep emotions without ridicule. This is why she writes. So that those who feel as deeply as her never feel alone.
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