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

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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