Bearing My Soul
Everytime I open my mouth
The words don’t seem to come out
Unless I bear my soul on the page
Alongside lead and tears
And pour a pitcher of my heart in between the lines
Which quenches my thirst of wanting to be heard
listen
listen
listen
I won’t be understood unless I write
I’ll be alone if I do not write
I don’t want to be left by myself
Without poetry
I would be a hawk with no flight
Falling
Or looking up at the sky and hating myself for such a simple thing
I would feel like the endless void of space with nothing new
The same thing over and over
And over
And over
And over again
Nature without its wonders
Without its beauty to give inspiration
Music without emotion
No way to reach the deep parts of the soul
A tiramisu without its multiple layers
Not fulfilling enough
Fire that is being smothered
Or at least burning away
Into nothingness
I would consume those who are in my path
Using anger
fear
anxiety
depression
I would let everything go on them
Sending them into the path of a tsunami
Wanting to get away from me
I would feel empty
My perfect form of communication
Left to the imagination
A way to paint a picture in my mind
And be at peace with myself
A lecture that helps me gain information
A cry for help
Enjoyment
Or to scream and be pissed at anything
Shouting any problems or burdens
That are weighing me down
A quiet place where no one bothers me
A place to make companions and friends
A safety blanket that changes designs
Every single time a new poem appears
It’s a way of reaching out to those in need
Or wanting to be reached
A way for my soul to bear itself
And finally be free