Wednesday, September 27, 2006

posting off the top of my head.

sometimes i feel that i don't
that i don't let enough of my
self come through,
even to the people that mean the most
to me.

my husband really and truly knows me,
he hears all my rants and raves,
my ideas and plans,
my weirdness and my intricacies...

but others.
not so much.

i don't really open myself in that way,
i don't really let myself
be me
in the truest fullest funnest form of me
that i can be...

instead i offer a muted,
more responsible,
level headed,
even keel me.

a me that doesn't write poems in her head
constantly...that doesn't visualize words
as people say them...
a me that wants to be a medical secretary
instead of the me that wants to write children's
books and own a gravel pit and be in the dead
center of a mosh pit...

why do i do that.

when did i start doing that.

and how do i start
the me
that lives inside my head?

i woke up today not feeling "well"
dizzy and nauseaus and have spent
the day in a silent house watching
the trees sway in the sun outside my window
and trying to regulate my breathing to match
their swaying...
i have had much time to think.

and now i am rambling.

there are just so many things that i want.
i want to write.
and take art classes.
and have meaningful conversations with people.
and be known for something.
and let go a little bit.

i want to find my niche.

i want to


Stuntmother said...

I wish I knew exactly how to write down a manically jumping up and down slighly worn out woman shouting yes yes yes yes yes yes back at you.

Jessie said...

this is not rambling. it is everything said perfectly. it is YOU and it is wonderful. being in a new town with a new job...i can totally relate. yep, gkgirl, you've said it perfectly.

Bridget said...

What a beautiful post. I know some day you'll find a way to connect the two halves to make a whole. Because you are whole and maybe you just don't know it.

I hope you're feeling better soon. Find that art class and go for everything you want to do.

acumamakiki said...

me too.