Lifes Work

Letters To A Young Poet

Waiting for confirmation

February 21, 2004 — Filed under: mypoems

Waiting for confirmation Each time I pass the threshold I look to see if the 0 has turned to 1 Every time I think of what I want she stands there silently Giving back nothing, giving the reality back to me Energy she says, that’s what the attraction is As we do not share that energy there is less of an attraction I’m so full of love yet she does not want that She wants newness not security now I was safety when she needed it And she was a resting place for my heart She was a chalice that I had held in to high of a regard Exposing me to things I hadn’t known To a side of humanity that was not in my experience Who else can I put these questions to Who is going to give what has been taken away How am I not missed, leaving no empty space