Being Able

Roaming around,

Seeing things,

Wondering what is.

What is this,

What is that.

Thinking on it,

Asking myself,

Can i actually act on it.

Being able to,

But how will they,

React?

So i continue to think on it.

Beating myself up,

on this inside,

I torture myself.

As i still continue to think,

I don't feel great.

I don't think i am able,

Able to handle this feeling.

What feeling though,

One i can't speak of,

One i don't want to feel.

I look at you,

And wonder the same,

For you.

Are you able?

Able to handle the feeling,

The feelings inside.

Inside your mind,

Body,

And soul.

Hey everyone, i know i haven't posted on here in forever. i have been busy with life in general and well i kind of lost my passion for a little while. but i can honestly thank someone who reached out to me to share his poetry and his name? well if he reads this he should know whom. hes a great friend of mine and his a great writer, he inspired to get my head into writing again, reading his poem inspired me. he is an inspiration to keep on doing something i am passionate about aside from cooking. writing is in my blood, weather it be poetry or even just a small story. but this poem here, is being able to handle what you really feel on the inside. can you handle it? think on it. then let me know.