Secret Writers Business - by quatro

I like this one;
A few days ago I saw a young lady, probably about 20 years of age, nothing unusual in that, except she had the saddest eyes I’ve seen for a while. I thought about those sad eyes and decided they spoke volumes about her loneliness. The next step was easy. I decided that those sad eyes were caused by her need to be loved and to love, to not feel lonely any more. I know it’s far fetched, but that’s my poetic interpretation. Anyway, it moved me enough to write this little poem a week later. To make another point about my poem, I am writing this with the movie “a street car named desire” playing in the background. I do not know of any other movie about the complete and utter destruction of a soul so fragile.
Please enjoy.

You do not want much,
other than true love,
you long sincerity in its uncomplicated open guise,
but above all else you long for the freedom to be you.

Yes, you have ambitions,
you’re human after all,
the same desires, and inhibitions,
as most people in control.

You often dream a secret dream,
a dream of belonging of being loved,
of freely wanting to devote your time,
in a relationship that acknowledges who you are.



A monumental task, your prejudices in check,
to look beyond yourself in your world,
to know what is truly of great consequence,
to be you.

Reality is real,
because it’s always in motion,
it’s never to be induced, made to obey,
live in it or die in it, it’s your choice.