Poetry

The Ache of Knowing (poem)

It is a horrid thing.

Knowing the exact weight

of choice.

Knowing, from here, you fly or

you fall.

This is it.

 

Loud are the opinions,

the “advice” and judgement

of others.

Tip-toe ahead…

or leap?

from the cliffside

Will wings grow as I

fall?

It hurts

to be so aware.

 

And it’s so close, I taste it.

I’ve always wanted this dream.

But what if this moment

is black? Faded

wrong.

Fall on your face for all

to see

The dream lied.

Reduced to grey nightmares;

burned to ash

by foolish fingers

 

‘Oh, Naive Child

Playing at life

Don’t you know that safe

is safer?’

I ache from the knowing.

And so, I shrink…

 

Parcel up the dream

leave it for another

foolish heart

‘Will you flourish

as I could not?

Or will you give in to

the ache of knowing?’

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