TOO MUCH

 

Why is it so easy to say I’m fine?

Hardly do you ever think about it,

Effortlessly, it slides from between your lips.

Especially,

When all that lies around you is witness to the total opposite.

Seasons really never last forever,

There are those when the party just won’t stop

Then others when silence invades, the kind like pin drop.

A silence to kill or a silence to heal,

A silence that kills, echoes various unheard voices,

Screaming piercingly on the inside...

The result... is a temporary brain freeze.

Silence that heals fabricates unheard melodies,

Calm, gentle that are soothing to the soul.

I then wonder and it dawns... this is just too much

Or is it?

 

Do I fear too much? Do I care too much?

Do I worry too much? Do I question too much?

Do I think too much? Do I foresee too much?

Do I trust so much?

And if I do, will I hurt, just a little too much?

Do I wonder too much? Do I give too much?

Do I expect too much? Have I loved too much?

Is there anything such as loving too much?

Was it love in the first place?

Or was I out to erase the loneliness,

One that was too much?

Do I hide too much? Or I’m I open a little bit too much?

Though I promised to be authentic,

Even when the truth seems too much

To bare one’s shoulder even when the weight is too much

Though this one thing hurts, it’s called ‘The Truth’

 

It hurts,

Yes the truth hurts, a little too much

But the opposite does worse

It ruins your inner being and causes damage that saddens one very much

Or as I may say... a little too much

Maybe I’m just a little bit too much.

Maybe I’m sickened by the silence, very much.

Maybe I miss being part of constructive noise, a little too much

And the effects lay evidently on my tongue

From the expressions I inscribe endlessly

A little too much you may say

Maybe I’m over reacting, just a little too much

Or maybe, just a little bit too much isn’t really too much...

It’s the reality of how things are

And oh how I wish they’d change sooner for the better

If not, then enough with the worrying,

It’s high time I became the go getter.

©namwano