Excerpt from “Path To Serenity” by Author Isaiah Barber
VII, Valentine II
It’s painful to write this, because memories of what led me here begin to circulate within my mind, and heart. I could write of such memories but instead, I’m going to write what is overflowing within my head. This is… My valentine
Every night I go to bed, what goes on in my head, is a girl as sweet as honey and how much I want to call her honey. I locked this feeling in a cage, but now it’s rising, my mind is breaking, and my heart is melting. I don’t want to go through what I’ve been through, but I can’t help but think of all the things I want to say to you.
It hurts me inside and like a turtle in his shell, all I do is run and hide. What’s wrong with me? This is killing me. Everyday day I wake up; spend hours telling this feeling to shut up. But I fail and begin thinking again. I think of the girl and just hide in my shell. Any confident man would have no problem with this, but I do. Poetry has been my means of communication, so here it is.
I might be weak, but I’m not wrong when I say my poetry is strong. I’ve let moments like this pass me by and every time, I feel like I could die. And then, I wonder why. I’m not sorry that I usually don’t get the girl. If anything, I’m sorry my past experiences have created fear for my heart, because it has been shattered and torn many times over; but I’m not sorry that my past has created a poetic heart that rests in me. I do have love to give, and no matter how many times I tell myself that I will never find love, I still dream of my wonderful dove. I could think of many things to tell this girl, but there’s one thing I want to say more than anything.
I’ll be your valentine. Will you be mine?
© Isaiah Barber
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