Sometimes I get this feeling where I sense someone’s anger.
Maybe ambiguous in the way I perceive the world.
I never turned my back to my life but I faced another way.
I know all about the things I want in my life without any danger.
Just a little afraid to end up broke and somewhat curled.
I never turned my back to what they said but I faced a new day.
I never turned around…
I never turned the other cheek…
I never turned down the sound…
I never turned just to squeek…
Sometimes I dream of doing it all once again to change the score.
Maybe ambiguous in the way I communicate to you.
I never turned my back to trouble when it got hard.
I know something about how to keep the warmt in the core.
Just a little afraid that my lines make you feel blue.
I never turned my back to encount your darts.
I never turned for the burn…
I never turned my back to your allure…
I never turned for what I have learned…
I never turned my self away from the future…
An immersive and compelling poem.
An’ elucidation’ beautifully phrased.