February 27, 1998

			"The Mind Within My Self"

He has not read my poetry
I can guess at his thoughts
What his feelings would be
How I tend to focus on the negative
Drawing out such strong emotions
And trying to focus them into substance

My writings give me a certain freedom
I revel in the liberation to speak to no one
I will not be judged here
Within my heart and my mind
Save by my self alone
And I will be largely understood

I have relayed my feelings to him
A thousand times or more
Doubtless I will continue as such
But my urge to write them wains
As I tire of repeating myself
Again and again to silent ears

He knows I love him
And should not need to see it
Written down in such form
Instead of remembered in memories
Such are sometimes all I have
More precious than degradable substances


					© 1998 Andrea K