To Dream Again

Once Upon A Time

I Believed in Faith

I Believed in All That Was Told to Me

I Believed in the Words Spoken By Others

And I Took Them As My Own

My Own Voice, My Own Thoughts

Were Drowned Out By The Words of the Masses

 

I Am No Cinderella

And I Have No Fairy Tale Ending

I Grew Up into Reality

And I Shut the World Out

 

Anger and Hatred Came Over Me

My Eyes Saw Only the Darkness

My Mind Refused to Acknowledge the Lies I Had Been Told

And I Ignored the World

 

Slowly, I Opened My Eyes

But I Only Saw Red

I Took My Vengence Out on the Papers in Front of Me

On the Skin of my Hands

 

I Plastered my Words of Vengence and Hatred

All Over those College-Ruled Sheets of Paper

I Took the Pain I Felt From Being Betrayed by Humanity

And Flowed it Through the Ink of my Pen

Onto the Paper Before my Eyes

 

I Kept These Words to Myself

These Lines of Despair

It Gave me Solace Within my Mind

It Allowed me to Find my Peace

It Allowed me to Dream Again

Comments

PoeticTubist

I wrote this for the Slam... And it really is just an explanation as to why I started to write poetry. It was an outlet for when I was angry. A lot of things went down, and I didn't know how to express my feelings. And although I never shared those first poems, they allowed me to learn how to express myself through written words, which i still find easier to do than talking to people face to face.

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