Poetry's Tale to Tell

What To Think

My mind is blank.

What to think.

What to do?

What do I say,

When I'm not feeling blue?

When I can't say I'm happy,

Because it wouldn't be true.

I can't choose what to do,

When I don't even know what to think!

Not in distress,

But happiness I struggle to express.

How to talk or write,

When my emotions are far from sight?

I'm grasping for a thought.

I'm reaching out,

But my emotions act like a drought.

I reach back,

With nothing to spark the light in my heart.

At the moment,

No story comes to mind!

There's that. . .

No!

It's not good enough.

I could write this. . .

It just doesn't click!

The music filling my ears,

Does nothing to bring me tears,

Not a smile, let alone cheers.

There's a side of me,

I want you all to see.

Where I wish to just let everything be.

I become indecisive,

Not one emotion takes supreme.

There's no drive,

No sorrow,

I can't find the right jiive.

What I write,

Does not always mean that's how I feel.

There just so happens to be a click in my words,

Running parallel from the state of my mind.

Maybe that's not the case,

And it just stemmed off the one small emotion,

That shined brighter than the rest,

And flickered the least.

Not every poem will be sunshine and rainbows.

Not every poem will be some sad story.

Some will just be neutral,

A Plain Jane,

Amongst the poems in the rain.

Amongst the poems that take reign.

Sometimes, I just don't know what to think.

There's no fuel,

For the fire to build.

No embers to go off of.

Poems like this.

Is where I share a side of me,

With all of you.

Sometimes, I just don't know to think,

Or if I even want to write.

And that's ok,

Because each time that's happened,

Has helped me grow.

It's ok to not always have a plan.

Just start and see where it goes.

All I can do is shrug and follow along.

I don't know what to think,

So there's nothing to say.

I made a draft,

I tried to follow along.

But not knowing what to think,

Besides knowing I'm unsatisfied with the words.

I found some type of rhythm. . .

One where almost every unorganized thought,

Made the cut.

This is just one product,

From my vacillating thoughts.

Where I didn't know what to think.

Didn't know what to do.

Now here I am.

   Whoo, now this was by far my longest poem yet. Funny, because I didn't even know what to say in it XD (Prepare for a little rant, mostly rambling hopefully it'll make sense XD)

Ok, now please don't ask me if I'm ok. I love how sweet and caring you guys are! But I gotta be upfront with you guys. There's a part of me that after melting over it, finds it irritating (First comment I'll melt the second and third is where it kicks in). Now I love you guys a lot! But I only find it slightly irritating because the point of the poem wasn't meant to be about me (Yeah, I write my emotions in it but its more for you guys.) The poems are meant for you to relate too or share your emotions if your comfortable. 

I feel like when you guys ask me if I'm ok, it just takes focus away from the poem. Then I'm wondering if you guys actually enjoyed the poem or not. I don't want you guys worrying about me, I appreciate it but thats not my intention. Does what I'm saying make sense? I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, I appreciate you're concern a lot! But I don't really want the question unless it's on a note like this where I share my feelings. I promise I will let you guys know if I'm upset or mad! I will write a whole essay if I feel like I need too XD I will always leave an authors note if theres something I want to share :)

I love how caring my sweet potats are! But during the poem just focus on that XD Again, hope I don't come off as ungrateful and a part of you guys understand where I'm coming from.