This blog of mine has become quite the conglomeration of random things lately...much like my random thought process operates...and I want to bring back some of the things that I liked about writing in this...like poetry/prose. I was in quite the poetry-writing mood/mode all this past week, so I got a few things at least that I could consider "good enough" to share with you all. (I only say "good enough" since I know everyone has their own interpretation of what "good" poetry is.)


Inner Cogs

It used to bother me
that I couldn't figure you out;
even as my best friend,
I never knew what made you tick.

I thought I could read people,
see through to the heart
of the darkest despairing souls
and pull forth the good.
Even you had refused to see.

You made me question my ability
as myself, your friend
for being who I am,
every day I question myself,
thinking I'm not yet complete.

And no matter what I do
I still can't grasp your approval.
Although you'd tell me
I didn't need it anyway.