I wish I knew
I wish I could tell
Or explain
Or understand
Why I do the things I do
Why I drive without a belt
Or sail a wretched sea
I wonder how
I wonder why
There is an empty space
Inside of me
Where is the love?
Where is content
Where is the peace
I hunger for
I do not know
I cannot say
There is no reveal
On why I drive
Without a belt
I know the danger
I know the price
I count the cost
And yet I still
Remain unmoved
Unchanged
Unchained
A rudderless ship
In a stormy sea
All I know
Is all I have
That I am me
Now and
Possibly
For eternity
Poems and Petals 
Forever always Poet, Forever always. We wrestle with the best and the worst of us daily, aggravating as it is unexplainable.
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Thank you so much for reading and understanding x
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Sometimes we do things without knowing. Still, when we think about it, and realize the things we do. We still do it, mainly because we don’t care about ourselves that much
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Yes, I guess that’s the sad truth, we don’t care about ourselves that much x
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Hope your alright Vonita
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Thank you! Just having a quiet moment and this is what my soul spoke to me x
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I like this very much. I mean, I am sorry that you are in agony, but that raw emotion is so beautiful.
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Thanks nelkumi xx
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😊
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Very powerful and something relatable
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Thank you, Lynz x
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Beautiful!
The wild within knows why…
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Thank you ☺️
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Lovely, Vonita, well done… The ending, especially!
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Thank you, I was in two minds about the ending, was going to end it after the stormy sea, but decided to keep the last few lines! Thanks for your comments x
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the why is often hard to explain
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It is hard! Thank you for reading and commenting.
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I was very moved reading your post about a place of safety then reading this post. It was very honest and open and I understand. I deal with this. I find Paul’s writings comforting. He had a lot to say about things we do that we don’t want to keep doing.
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Thank you for reading, and for the encouragement x
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my pleasure..
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I’m glad for the place of safety 🙂
I think without the last lines there would have been a missing element I’m trying to define. I’m not sure that it’s hope, though I want to think so. It may be a kind of acceptance. I’m not sure.
This reminded me of my own propensity for sabotage, but in a different way. It encourages me to try to write about it, either in blog or poetry.
Thanks ❤
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Thank you so much for your feedback. The last few lines just popped out and was unsure to include them or not, but yes, re-reading it and feeling from where they came from it is a matter of acceptance. Our actions are never going to be perfect and we may always want to improve in some way, but also just to realize and accept that we are human, and we are who we are! Thank you once again x
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You need the thrill, Vonita. So well expressed here, my friend.
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Hmm, thrills are never good. But I fear you may be right.
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Thrills are sometimes fantastic, Vonita. 🙂
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I know that too well Mark 😉
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