Underneath

I wanted to share with you a poem that I wrote quite a few years back. 

Though admittedly there are still days I feel this way, I would like to believe I have come along way from the person who wrote this-- finding the ability to cultivate and embrace the simpler way of life I expressed a longing for in this poem-- finding contentment and joy in life and shedding fears of imperfection, and allowing myself to just be me.

NFL Football is on today, and I'm stoked to kick back with my two brothers and watch a few games, yell at the TV, talk, laugh, and simply enjoy time with my family!


Go Jets!
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Underneath

Underneath the reality you portray
Is a child who dreams of seeing brighter days
One with laughter excitement
Free of constant worry
Where you can go somewhere
But not in such a hurry

Underneath

Underneath the emotions you bare
Is a someone who’s willing to admit that their scared
Yet not afraid to seem obtuse
Not afraid to tell the whole truth

Underneath

Underneath the words that you speak
Is an intellect that wishes for just one week
That you could forget all they ever knew

And think the way they did when they were two

Underneath

Underneath the clothes that you wear
Is a body that still shakes when its bare
A bundle of neurotic impulsive joy
Who at times is still timid and coy

Underneath

Underneath the lie she feeds the world
Pretending she’s not just a little girl
Wishing and dreaming that she could digress
Wishing she could be free of this mess

Underneath

Underneath the person you see
Is this person who stretches her reality
To be a brave adult in a world of fear
Who often wishes she weren’t here

Underneath

Taken from my Archives.