For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my my searching days
No need to run
Coming home from my task,
a part of the plan,
I’d be relieved that my work was finally done.
But, this announcement revealed I’d be alone.
Nervous I would get, jittery I’d become
and when I would walk past the mirror,
I would stop and await the criticism of me.
My eyes would open the way
for the heckling and the jeers
that would rage in my soul
and out of desperation and plight,
off I would run,
away from the acute screams of my soul.
I comfort in my time,
for the strife that existed
between my heart and my mind
caused me much discomfort,
but because of that discomfort,
a friendship was formed.