When Will I Know?

How many times

can I write a rhyme?

Until my mouth sours like a lime

and I crumble under the divine?

How much longer can I go

until I fall over like the last domino?

Is it when I reach my lowest low,

when I can no longer say no?

How much more can I bear

until I fall out from under my chair?

Is it when I dare

to lay my soul bare?

How much longer can I last

until it is all too vast?

is it when I finally crash

from the weight of my past?

when will I know?

It will show

when I begin to go with the flow

and let my crown of indigo

take me with the undertow.

4 thoughts on “When Will I Know?

  1. i loved this. my gf were resting together this weekend, and she was lying on me in a way that i could feel her heartbeat in my own chest. it was such a foreign, new feeling, and my emotional response was very intense. i felt so exposed. i wanted to get up right then and go do something. but i just lied there, breathing with her and observed the feelings of immense love (and panic).

    i will always dare to lay my soul bare.

    also, i think you already know.

  2. i loved this. my gf were resting together this weekend, and she was lying on me in a way that i could feel her heartbeat in my own chest. it was such a foreign, new feeling, and my emotional response was very intense. i felt so exposed. i wanted to get up right then and go do something. but i just lied there, breathing with her and observed the feelings of immense love (and panic).

    i will always dare to lay my soul bare.

    also, i think you already know. 🙂

  3. i loved this. my gf were resting together this weekend, and she was lying on me in a way that i could feel her heartbeat in my own chest. it was such a foreign, new feeling, and my emotional response was very intense. i felt so exposed. i wanted to get up right then and go do something. but i just lied there, breathing with her and observed the feelings of immense love (and panic).

    thank you for your poem. i will always dare to lay my soul bare.

    also, as far as the poem’s title—i think a part of you already does, and its a lot bigger than you think.

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