posted on Apr, 16 2008 @ 03:49 AM
This poem is my first ever attempt in writing. I found this in a folder when I was 18....
You seem to assume to know me
Who I am, What I am, My intentions, My purpose.
You cannot know the impossible life behind this that I am.
You cannot know or begin to know this that I am.
I sought only to learn a little about you for when first I saw you, my heart was touched.
You were as a sunset gleaming on the clouds with impossible splendor.
And I was touched I heard you speak words with depth, knowledge and understanding.
The sunset on which I gazed grew even more splendid
I sought only to learn more about this sunset.
Perhaps you assume to know my aim
Thinking it must be to win your heart and know your form
Perhaps you believe that my goal, a simple roll in the sack
In the years that make my life
I have learned bitter lessons, many lessons, hard lessons, lessons of the heart
Tearing and dismal lessons of the heart
Lessons of understanding of my soul
Amongst my teachings that which life has taught
This that I am I have learned to reach with my heart when touched
To seek greater understanding
When charmed, held in the terrific splendor of a gleaming sunset
Even at great risk, risk of rejection
Misunderstanding or even discovering that the sunset was but a reflection of my standing hope for a sparkling diamond in the rough
I know you will see me through the powerful filter of your experience
Perhaps this experience has never seen or known the likes of me
Perhaps you find it difficult to believe my aim, my goal was simply to take the time to learn about you.
This has been the way with me
It seems I am often misunderstood.
Think what you will of me
Fortress yourself within your assumptions, lay guesses and ponderings
About this that I am
Rather than venturing to learn and understand
Solace your heart with the belief, That I fit within your understanding
That I am like any other woman, just some girl looking for affection
Convince yourself that I am not genuine, honest or real
Truly interested in learning about the person you are
In just taking time to get to know you
Choose to believe that I, perhaps even all women are driven solely on instinct
Only interested in playing the necessary games to win your affection
Not all women are wired this way
But perhaps you may never realize this
Safely fortressed behind your blinding assumptions
Behind your veil
Your filter of deception.
[edit on 16-4-2008 by Paulene Soto]