I Don’t Know
A Poem
I don’t know what lies ahead strewn out in the future landscape of my filtered life Gray-colored glasses tinting my happiness and overtaking the absurd averageness of this Some days I want to know to see what happens but the act of hoping to preview the future is just doubting my own resilience
I don’t know and that’s fine although some nights I lay in bed wondering what’s next Wondering if anyone knows the real me The one that breaks inside and uses words to open a pinhole to his emotions Hidden and disguised as stoic confidence when behind that is just a small child
I don’t know if there is God or heaven and if there is it wouldn’t be my bag but I still think about Who is waiting for me if I come Bare feet on tufted clouds approaching my past The only ones who really loved me like a child should be loved Unbreakable, unshakeable Which is a bit hopeful since I am so broken inside
I don’t know how well I hide it but I know it’s not apparent to mainstream society that the only thing I truly believe in are my children Beams of light who opened my destiny with their presence and I stand before them, a father, and nothing else Bare
© Jonathan Greene 2019
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