The Currency Of The Quixotic Poem by Raven Rasputin

The Currency Of The Quixotic



Mistrust
Nebulous in its intentions
To shut you out?
Or to prove that I am not nearly dependent on your charm?
I'm just looking out
For my squishy marrow
My own soul
So accessible
Defenseless from you
At least it seems.
Like a time capsule
Buried for the better part of a decade
I have emerged
Tarnished, but whole and full
Of secrets, love, hope and earnestness,
The currency of the quixotic.
Until I met you
It was easy to believe in wonderful things
I was ripe for the picking
I always thought optimism was a boon.
But a guarded wit is the currency of the resilient.
And yet, I'm still rosy in your orbit
I find myself hopeful
I see the sterling sun, and smile in your radiance
I take it too far

Monday, December 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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