THE BLANK SHEET
Alone again, but not lonely.
On my own, nobody to hold, this is not my moment.
I wanted to know her.
I wanted to go there.
Anything to get away from nowhere.
I gave it my all.
My heart opened up to the stars.
I found a new life.
Away from a place that was always too small.
Now I’m back where I promised I’d never go,
laughing at repeats of the past.
Falling into all that I climbed so far out of.
Sinking into the boundaries I already escaped from.
My passions learned new dance moves,
I was walking on water.
My dreams were playing musical instruments,
I never stopped smiling.
My confidence took voice lessons,
I was the happiest I could be.
Now my ambition is a fallen tree.
This demon will not let go of me.
I thought I was finished.
She got the last glance.
Desperately searching for another chance.
Why does it pull at us, so we can never let go of it?
Why am I looking at the beginning of what I’ve already completed?
Where am I going?
What is this message that they want me to see?
Deception is a clever poet.
Desire is a stimulant.
Defeat is a closed trail I will not open.
Betrayal is a wicked business.
I’m hiding from life, drying my eyes,swallowed by time.
Another sleepless night, an early morning drive, any answers I can find.
This empty canvas is exacerbating.
A clean slate is all I'm asking for.
The blank sheet captivates my mind.
Are these thoughts really mine?
Jesse J. Jacoby ©2014