Climb the staircase in my head,
better do it now, before I’m dead!
The staircase leads to rooms that most people don’t care to see,
but in these rooms, my tale unfurls, free.
Explore the rooms, closets and decor,
can’t you see, I want you to, I implore.
I want you to understand the full picture of me,
every jaunty angle and degree.
Later on, I don’t desire to fear that you didn’t have a clear picture of the complexity I hug.
Even though there is simplicity embroidered in my bedroom rug.
Skim the newspaper headlines of my thoughts and comment when you wish.
Years down the road, I just don’t want you to think of me as a catfish.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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As a Psych Grad, I love the psychological complexity woven into raw emotional vulnerability. To even implore someone to climb the staircase in your head is brave! :) Love the open visualization the reader has based on their perceptions.
The House That Trauma Built ... furnished with Hurt, Doubt and Fear, but even those have created some colorful and vibrant curtains hanging in the windows so that the outside view is pleasant, music playing in the background for a pleasant sound within. And some fancy wallpaper. I'd plaster those walls with Authenricity and Unconditionalty and have the designer give you a free upgrade to Real Love and Understanding and decorate those walk-in closets with Respect. As they say " it's got good bones". 🏠😊
I love the gentle call to explore wrapped with confidence, acceptance and simplicity
love the self-aware swagger here! introspective but still cheeky! ✨
I love this. There’s a beautiful sense of loose freedom here that’s fairly contagious.
I really enjoyed reading this poem, thankyou for sharing xx