Someday
the point is never to wait to say what’s true
whilst knowing and honoring the pace of things
. (which is never my pace of things)
never knowing what time we have,
. what’s true
i’d like to tell you how i’ve felt sans risking what we’ve had,
which will happen, always happens
. once you know
you promote truth but
don’t know mine or
what’s coming or
that you’re it . that
i’m chronically in love
and
i see more than ever why this can’t . and shouldn’t . be and
. that we are impeccable as is . but
it’s just you have this spectacular brain
which prohibits consideration of . my love for you
. which is prohibited . which
creates a chronic, crazed kinship with the forbidden
. you don’t see
you’re my ideal world but not of it . you’ve made quite sure of that
so, . but
i still find i’m right in the end
whilst heart throbs with wrongness
. do you fear me like the others
. now you see
secrets have been, always
the only way my
life keeps going
holding all these secrets
i can never say
hoping to someday, maybe,
. say them
dreaming of what’d happen if you knew
maybe everything would be different
. maybe nothing
maybe you’ve always known anyway and i’m just here
. having wondered away life
. praying you’ll find me soon
Paige Frisone is a body-based writing coach, writer and poet stationed in Boulder, Colorado. Originally from Chicago, her writing pursuits began at Butler University, finishing school at Naropa University with an integrated contemplative psychology focus. Her work has been featured in Rebelle Society, Elephant Journal, Rogue Agent and elsewhere. Learn more about her psychosomatic inquiries at: www.paigefrisone.com.
