I found another one of my poems from my teenage years. The reason why I am sharing this with you? Well all these feelings have started surfacing again………..
My Vulcan side is slowly being overthrown, and I don’t like it.
A Feeling
Sitting here staring at a mark on the wall
I have no feelings I’m empty nothing at all
My mind feels like theres nothing inside
I have nothing wrong or nothing to hide
This is me assessing myself
Its like being in a corner or on a shelf
I am out of the way of people and bustle
Sitting and staring not moving a muscle
I feel like the mark in its gigantic space
I could be lost without a trace
The mark stares at me and I at it
But here not moving I quietly sit
Am I on the road to heaven or hell
This is one thing no one can tell
These inner thoughts are like a prism
Noises from below bring me back to realism
I was a teenager when this was written and it shows. You are more than welcome to comment.
Try as you may, it’s tough for a human to be Vulcan for extended periods of time. Eventually, feelings secretly plan their escape from bondage.
One minute, you’re a stoic. The next, you’re weeping over the beauty of a blue sky or a baby’s smile.
Don’t shoot the messenger
what she said. Itis perhaps cathartic to revisit a time like this but what’s important is you got through it snd you are stronger and wiser now then you were then. Don’t forget it’s bad to repress things and Walls may protect you but also confine you x and you should write more
Still waters run deep (even then?)
