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Polyester Shirt
by Richard VinceThis is what it was like to be
A teenager: full of rash confidence
Until confronted with the reality
Of how shy I am.
It feels like she can see right through
My polyester shirt to my heart
Beating shamefully within.
Words cannot just be said.
They are saturated with significance,
Too weighty simply to be thrown
Around. Each one is a hammer blow
That can shatter a soul.
Instead, there is silence, cold and
Unyielding, while I wait for
The smile to return and hope
That it was not me that
Sent it away.
This should not be happening.
Surely I have grown beyond this?
And yet I find myself back in
That old life of quiet desperation,
Trying not to look.
10/26/2011 Posted on 12/06/2011
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 12/06/11 at 10:00 PM Gosh I do indeed remember those teenage moments even as an adult..Excellent! |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/07/11 at 02:18 AM Oh, this is a very vivid presentation about feelings we've all experienced! I know I've been there (and not necessarily just when I was a teenager)! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/07/11 at 02:13 PM I always stood across the dance floor and looked at the girls on the other side. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 12/07/11 at 09:24 PM Wallflowers unite! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/10/11 at 12:25 AM Excellent reminder of my own awkwardness in those teenage years. But we learn and grow, n'est ce pas? :) |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 12/11/11 at 09:11 PM why does that feeling seem to keep resurfacing throughout life? excellent write! |
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