One walks back in,
talking of love and commitment
and I can't help but think
he has no idea what either are.

One sneaks out,
stabbing backs on his way
and I can'te help but feel
he has no respect at all.

One moves forward,
making herself a part of the world
and I can't help but cry
she looks so beautiful in white.

One stumbles backward,
closing herself off further
and I can't help but wonder
will she ever settle down?

One moves away,
becoming an adult at last
and I can't help but hope
she will keep in touch, be safe.

One comes close,
seeking the future
and I can't help but fall
he will be there to catch me.

Three stand beside me
knowing secrets and truths
and I can't help but smile
they are amazing friends.

One runs ahead or falls behind,
far too open to the world
and I can't help but worry
she is still fragile, this world is dangerous.

Many are ghosts to me,
taken by time or distance
and I can't help but remember
all they've changed in me and the world.

Some bleed out into nothingness,
missing links in the story
and I can't help but miss them
they've hurt me but made me stronger.

I move in this world,
wondering and watching all that goes on
I can't help but be floored
by the circles life runs in.

07/19/2004

Author's Note: One of the few poems up here that was actually on paper first, its been a weird couple of days and I was looking for a title for a book and I came up with floored and I wanted to do something with it so this is what happened to it. It is a very personal poem in a lot of ways but one I think people can relate to in more general terms as well. Let me know what you think.

Posted on 07/19/2004
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