Poetry

 

I may not understand

Your words may not speak clear to me

But the passion you are feeling

 

I feel too

 

The words you speak

Written on the page

Memorized now

 

Reduce me to tears

 

I feel each ache

You feel

I hear each scream

You cry

I feel the love

You feel

 

 

Maybe I should try

 

 

Is this wrong?

Am I doing this wrong?

What happens next?

 

What do I do with all of this worry?

 

Should I write about it?

 

No, that won’t work

 

But I will try

 

I start

 

I am angry

At myself

At the game

I am trying to fix it

Trying to be okay

Am I trying too hard?

 

I finish

 

Weight is lifted

 

My shots are going in

My head is cleared

 

Hey, this poetry thing might actually work

 

I can share my thoughts

 

 

Will you feel my aches?

Will you hear my screams?

Will you feel my loves?

 

Or is writing them down selfish?

 

I can see them

I can feel them

I can heal them

 

It started with you

It continues with me

 

Until

 

There is another me

Who tries it

And may not understand

 

But can see

Can feel

 

Can heal

 

 

Can change