I understand
the value of mining
the gold in me
but what pure purpose is there
to convince anyone else
of that internal treasure
If there is indeed
worth on the inside
that which needs to be known
by anyone but me
then
let it ooze
from the cracks of my fortress
in the oil of my character
not from the hole
in the middle of my face
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's Note: Written March 10, 2022. This was just a thought in my head that needed a place outside my head to live. So I turned it into a poem.
Reticence, a restraint of sorts, is something that dwells beyond my ego. I don't even know if I long for this as much as I think it is wise. It makes sense to me that all humankind would mine to the depths of their own soul, and cease the pursuit of gathering a following for any cause.
Oh that the only things that would ooze out of us is character wrapped in Love.
