Jasmin Grider Poetry

Thank you-
And yet I'm not welcome-
Forgive me, but what I gave, I'm taking back-
The world, this world is so confusing to me-
Forgive this-
The way it may have to be-
I loved it, the love we had-
Still forgotten-
Confused, complicated and left alone-
The light in the dark sky is blinding-
The touch is so strange-
Unfamiliar-
As dry land is to the ocean-
I thought I would melt, and yet I'm still whole-
I feel emptied and yet full to the brim-
The begining stages of a changed mind-
Stages of new thoughts-
My mind is brand new-
As a new born blinks for the first time-
So does my heart-
Blinking to see a new-
Blinking for a better view-
A love partially over-
Yet slowly reoccuring-
I thought I was free-
But a slave to love is still a slave-
Like a man is still a man, is still a man-
Though the mind does forget-
It never gives up and rarley surrenders-
And to think, I thought I was free-
But a slave to love was , I guess,
My destiny-
Why must I take this fall-
Jump this steadily growing cliff-
The difference between Love and Like-
Love is a disease, a cancer-
Like is mearly a sickness, the common cold-
One has the potential to be fatal-
The other, a bruise or scrape on the knee-
And look at me-
Look at me without judgment and be me-
You as well as I are prisoners-
And now think-
You thought you were free-
But a slave to love we'll always be.

Poet: Jasmin Grider