secret confessions of a quiet heart.
by Kimberly Bauer
Sometimes I only breathe because its selfish not to.
I'm far from normal, and no one else seems to notice.
My inner dark hides from our cloudy skies.
I want to make it with no price.
I'm far too easy.
I don't know if I know how to be happy.
I'm trying to make it.
Posted on 12/29/2010
Copyright © 2020 Kimberly Bauer
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 12/29/10 at 04:21 AM|
I was just talking about this with someone today...if I stumbled upon being happy would I know what to do? Or would I just do nothing afraid of spoiling said happiness? So used to the anguish that the happiness would be foreign...~JPP
|Posted by Sigurdur Haraldsson on 12/29/10 at 10:00 AM|
"Sometimes I only breathe because its selfish not to"
Wow, terrific sentence. And the rest just really hit home.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/29/10 at 03:40 PM|
Strong opening line. Good stuff all around.
|Posted by Scott Utley on 12/29/10 at 06:59 PM|
'Sometimes I only breathe because its selfish not to.' I put this line down in my memory.
|Posted by Timothy Wilson on 01/10/11 at 05:47 AM|
Way to convey feelings of secrecy and darkness! Although saddened by the poem I truly enjoyed reading it. Sounds like you are very bright and you may find that writing is a good outlet for the pain of awareness? Maybe I'm wrong but hey cool poem. Everyone deserves happiness as much as they deserve air to breath.