Suffocation. Pent up emotions
Boiling up inside me, begging
For release. But how??
Is there any way to release the pain?
Talking doesn't help, only hurts
Ignoring my heart only allows for
The problem to grow bigger, more intense.
Can anyone, anything save me?!
Then, out of no where, a refuge
Appears. An outlet, where words are few,
But feelings run rampant.
A world where I can be me, raw and uncensored.
Here, in the land of poets, I am unlimited.
My words can be of love or loss, excitement or fear.
I decide the cadence, the message, the language
This is my playground, and I am queen!
Never before have I felt this freedom
Essays, books, even day to day speech
Does not give me the same satisfaction
As a few verses of untethered emotions
I know not where this literary journey will
Take me. Whether it will remain a hobby
Or perhaps one day become a career.
The possibilities are endless
What I do know is this:
For as long as I have words to express
Even the darkest depths of my soul
I will have the pages and audience to hear my cries.
Finally, my heart and mind have found a home