Poem of the Day: I Could

Hee hee.  I have literally a hundred of these poems that I wrote back in 1993 for that bet from my friends that I couldn't write a hundred poems.  Admittedly I'm not going to post every single one.  Some of them are not... worthy.  This is one of my favorites.  Not because it is necessarily well written.  But it's honest and true.  I think we all have that inner voice that questions everything.  It's not a positive poem, but it makes me access where I am every time I go back and read it,  Have I improved?

I COULD

I could write a comedy.  But I’m not very good at comedies.

I could write a drama.  But I would get very depressed.

I could do a dance.  But I have no rhythm.

I could sing a song.  But I have no voice.

I could call a friend.  But I have none.

I could be happy but there is no joy in my heart.

I want to cry, but I’m afraid of what people will say to me.

I shouldn’t be afraid, but there is no security.

I could write a poem, but there is no rhyme.

I could but...

I could be but....

I could write s story but there is no plot.

I could make a friend but friends seem so far away.

I could take a trip but there is nowhere to go.

I could try but I always fail.

I could fly to the moon but I have no ship.

I could see the bright stars but my vision is bad.

I could be somebody but nobody cares

I could be beautiful but nobody sees.

I could be me but I don’t know who I am.

Am I closer to knowing who I am today then when I wrote this?  Or perhaps even just the last time I read it.  Are you?