Stomping with the weight of my transgressions
Magnetized to kindness
Yet affectively resilient to it’s knowing glare
Impenetrable to romance
Conditioned to be oppositional to commitment
Coerced to resilience
Defining myself in silences
My words are often mistaken
Amidst a sea of stones
When it’s only pieces falling off
As misnomered fears
I revel in the distance between my past lovers
And my footsteps to the door
There are things I carry with me
That can not be spoken
Amongst the harsh screams of memories
They are crushed in a million tons of regret
And two million more of missed opportunities
I am glued to the ground
With the weight of my transgressions
And I am not ready to be sorry yet
Even though I have probably said it a million times before
I was going to say say less but then the ending is very subtle and then i looked up at the title and well rather than a landslide
It made me think of a waterfall, like a high mountain watercourse following the contours of the land and then reaching an edge or a pair of skis out skiing. Rather than saying i like the poem so much id like to say i appreciate the technique or the seeing, the seeing is excellent.
Landslide. Probably my favorite song by Fleetwood Mac. If you've never heard it, check it out. I think you'd like it.
I think we are all weighed down a bit by our "what ifs" and "should haves". But as long as we don't dwell on them and let them control our lives, I think we have a chance of turning those "what ifs" into something better.
I leave you with this beautiful poem by Shel Silverstein.
Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,
Listen to the DON’TS
Listen to the SHOULDN’TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me—
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.