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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Special One |
| Author: | Melissa Brooke |
| Date Submitted: | 3/27/2010 |
| Poem: |
This anger, frustration, it tears me apart, The Most Special of all brings this ache to my heart; Lack of trust, is it fear, is it his own demise? Can’t he see that I’m pure when he looks in my eyes? I made a mistake and I admit I was wrong, I have been begging for forgiveness for far too long; Is this my sentence for destroying all that we built? I don’t know how much longer I can live with this guilt; I harbor these feelings of ugliness and shame, So who is left? It can only mean he or I are to blame; Is it his insecurities, or the pain from within? Or is it me that I punish, for the most heinous of sins? Nonetheless… I feel hopeless and out of control, It is the Special One that I allow to bury my soul; I’ve made so much progress, embracing this life, He tells me he’s proud yet scared of his wife; Afraid of the changes I make, day after day, He fears I will spread my wings and not want to stay; How I love him more than he will ever know, I’m sorry I’m now tarnished, but please allow me to grow; I will take his hand and place it in mine, Be not afraid dear one for we both will be fine; I hope one day he can accept me for who I’ve become, I will forever yearn for the love and support of the Special one. ... |