not sitting still

Location

84059
United States

I've been told,

Several times actually,

to stop fidgeting,

moving,

talking,

singing,

"Sit still now!"

adults would scream,

school was a battle,

between myself,

the administration,

my parents,

quickly i learned,

finding a solution,

was no longer an option,

it was a necessity,

music had me,

had my back,

had my soul,

it ignited me,

in ways that made me move,

goosebumps raised,

fingers squeezed,

headphones.

That was it!

This was my fix,

I had danced,

from 8 years old,

on to eternity,

headphones in,

tears would stream,

as i moved,

i pushed every emotion,

my core was torn,

i felt every lyric,

every syllable,

every chord,

i felt it,

i felt alive,

i still feel it,

alone,

in elevators,

staircases,

bathrooms,

plug myself in,

dance it out,

quickly of course,

no one is watching,

but i wouldn't mind,

if they did.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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