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(A poem in two parts)
By
Kasey Martinho

I.

How close is too close?

Well, I'll tell you this,
You'reTooCloseNow.
You're bothering me.

Ever try to open a door,
Not knowing that it's locked.
It's like pulling teeth they say.

The owner doesn't want you there,
So she's closed her door.
You can knock,
And maybe she'll let you in,
But that doesn't happen very often.

But if you knock
And she doesn't let you in,
Don't give up,
But don't insist,
Be patient,
And prove to her
That you want to be there;
Give her a reason to open her door
And share what's inside.

II.

Remember how in fairytales,
You had to cross the bridge,
To get to the castle,
Where the Queen lives?

It was like a routine,
Crossing the bridge,
To visit the Queen.

Until that one day,
That you are in mid-s t e p,
And she decides
Not to let you in.

The bridge is drawn up,
And you are left there,
H
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N
G
I
N
G

With no help.

Don't get discouraged,
Or angry,
She just needs time,
To think things out.

Who Knows Who I Am?
By Kasey Martinho

If there was a book
written about my life
and I was asked to give it a title,
I wouldnt know what to call it.

I could call it
I have no clue where Im going,
because,
I dont know where my life is headed.
For every option
there seems to be ten choices to choose from.

It could be
who knows who I am
because,
I sure dont know me.

I could also call it
unfinished,
because,
my life isnt complete.
I am young and
there is so much
more to look forward to
like,
starting a family of my own and
growing old
with the people I love.

Life is so complicated.
Were faced with so many
daily decisions.
Simple ones like,
what to wear or,
who to date or even which way
to walk to class and
drive to work.
Decisions can also be
more complicated like
what you want to do
for the rest of your life.

Just when you think
youve got yourself all figured out,
you dont,
at all.

Someday Ill know.
Once I undress from these
awkward, uncomfortable
teenage clothes, and change
into something a little more comfortable,
I might have myself
figured out then.

Im not saying that
all will be well and life
will be any easier,
Im just saying
that I might feel more content,
that I might feel
secure enough
to change into
myself.

Spend A Little Time Looking Through Windows
By Kasey Martinho

Look through a window,
do you see the other side?
The other side
where the grass is green?

If you look through a window,
can you see how the sun shines
just to bring you warmth?
To bring light into
your day.

When you're looking through a window,
do you take time
to notice all the beautiful things,
beyond your yard?
To notice the complexity of things.

Take a look through my window,
Do you see my other side?
Do you see how I make you warm?
Do you notice my complexity?
All the beautiful things beyond the outside?

Or does that not matter either?

So Hard to Say
By Kasey Martinho

Somebody should tell the important people in my life how I feel, someone other than me.

When that person talks to those people about how I feel,
they should tell them that I said thank you;
so wont I have to do it myself.

They should tell them that I said thank you
for all the times
they sat and listened and told me it was ok to cry.
For being able to see gray
instead of only black and white
and for bending the rules a little sometimes.

They should say how I knew they cared about me
even though it took a long time for me to accept it
and knowing that
helped me learn to care about myself
and see that I actually do have worth.

And when that somebody tells those people how I feel,
they should make sure they assure them that
the time we spent together wasnt a waste
and that even if they thought
that I didnt appreciate the things they said or
even consider their suggestions,
I did.

I dont know if there is somebody out there
who will do those things for me;
perhaps by writing this poem
I am telling those people how I feel.
Now if I could find the nerve to share this with them
because sometimes thank you is so hard to say.